I refuse to be a victim of this vicious spider
To walk straight into the biggest web in the world
With my eyes blindfolded
I choose to rigorously select my path
As I walk inside the wall of this gigantic world
It is not the multiple blinking stars
That have stolen my heart
Neither is it the billions of pages of history
It is the swathes of poems
That are protruding through the crevices
I am fascinated with poems and poets
It does not matter what time of day
I am blinded to the other stuff
Politics and economics have poisoned the world
Science is busy trying to leap past religion
And sports is swallowing all the extra minutes
I am in love with the beauty of poetry
As it unfolds the different layers of consciousness
It is poetry that assembles the best moments
More than photography
Poetry brings imaginations to life
I am a spirit poet
And poetry is the reason I am (in) sane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem