my heart that dances
to the rhythm of poetry
my eyes that are mesmerized
by the images
of great poetry
my hands that strums
the notes of grand
poetry
all of them when they
are in the trances of
joy
helpless as they are
to the dance of the inevitable
they cannot tell anymore
are those songs too?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem