When words are drown into
The pockets of my feeble mind
And create music across slippery
Body of papers as plays by the wind
When thoughts meander
And settle on the altar of a theme
The night seems full of light
In time silence like a boat does swim
Poetry is created and
Stands as a statue in a museum
Beholders walk in eagerly
To tap their feet and merrily hum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When thoughts meander and settle on the altar of a theme, the night seems full of light..loved the expression. A beautiful poem!