The Beautiful Poem Stands Alone
Beauty comes
as rhyme in the sky
summits on the written pages,
between prose
and languages of sky,
the music in the night,
the words of the sky,
The word conjurer,
between the master and heart
of the poet,
and his dialogue,
with the exceptionalbard,
Elocution of a beautiful poem
and the found,
Transcendence of
thoughts,
Illumination of answers,
No need for coteries
or symbiotic member,
and fawning cheerleaders,
It stand on itself,
on its own merit,
As the beholden poem
who ever wield the pen
has it,
in his great
power of articulation,
the ingeniousmasterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem