Why am I writing poems
If I am not able to answer
It is all shame and shame.
It is sure I have my own name
And my own fame with my own poem
But I have to give you a new theme.
If I failed to deliver you the love
And the truth in this life
I realized it is of no use here at this sight.
Let me realized again night is for sleep
And day is for work and year is there
To sow the seeds of love and truth.
I find something that is in you
Through my poems and that is rising of a lion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There will always be those who understand and find the message in your poetry and there will always be those who glean nothing from it. Write to make yourself happy and those who are inspired by you.