Writing is like the human sex
It changes with the change of stage,
The teen, The Young and The matured
Reacts differently according to age.
First … you do it for innocent love
Forget your doings and duties for it,
The time travels like the bullet train
You become like bewildered or lunatic.
And then you do it for friends
Spare your time on faith and belief,
You gather many bitter experiences
That teaches you to be fit and brief
And then you do it for money
You catch the fish like migrating birds
Here you are complete professional
You are able to fetch the right words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
PRAGMATIC HOPE YOUNG KIDS READ IT