I stare at the page
My mind starts to throb
Don’t know if my brain is up to the job
The blurred Hieroglyphics
Covering the page
I try to decipher at each crucial stage
The lines that build
The Secret code
Halts my mind in its fact finding mode
Giving in to frustration
I throw out the thing
Even I cant read my own hand writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem