I do talk with my poems.
They`ll speak all my words.
I have no such hush-hush tale
That should be between me and them.
My poems are my comrades.
They see the big world as I see.
They hear the large crowd as I do.
If I happen to win a battle
They are up to win a war.
They are the loud voice- -
They read out my open pages.
Once they go dead-mute
I will turn a stupid tomb.
We wake up together - -
But they never go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem