I was not ten
when
I wrote my first poem
The Truant
and
the ma'am
took it and tore it too
well no wonder
I then and there knew
poetry was in my blood
and
that she also knew
it was decades gone astray
I only hope
she has become a poetess
I'dpray
your just a ten year seed
a flower to be a poet indeed
of a language
which is not your own
God bless
Gauri
thee
a happy poetry
tree
you may
well will
be!
Oh Gauri
now where ever
may ye
be
Such a sweet poem dear Poet to Gauri. A lovely tribute to a lovely and kind kid. A remembrance so nice...........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great tribute.....like it....thank u, dear poet.