I AM WITHOUT POETRY
I am without poetry
Flat dead inside
Why?
Too much sickness of friends and relatives
Too much failure in my own writing life
I write these lines too
Without enthusiasm or hope
Or any great sense of meaning
An exercise to keep myself going
A small effort in the struggle to stay alive
Without Poetry I write Poetry to stay alive
A whole small poem for one line of meaning
Towards the end.
I write Poetry to stay alive. I feel heavenly abode when i am with poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I write Poetry to stay alive. I feel heavenly abode when i am with poetry. Regards