The great writer has written a lot,
He wants to write more and more,
But suddenly an important question
Arises in his mind,
"Why shall I write? "
He looks in front,
He looks behind,
But it's absolutely blank,
There is no one to answer his question,
Being frustrated,
He decides to give up writing,
But at night the great angel appears in his dream
And gently advises him,
"Remember you are a writer,
Continue to write,
You are assigned for this."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem that we could relate to. Yes, there are times we are visited with thoughts; why do we have to write. If we have innate talent to write, it will just flow like a river. A well conveyed write.