People say, I can't write poem
They are right
I don't write poem at all
I just transform my feelings into words
I can't play with words like a footballer
I can't narrate a topic
like an old English teacher
Or a professor of college, university
I am a technical man
A man of practical ground
Where two plus two become four, not five
What I write its my emotions
My joy, my sorrow,
my days behind
Thoughts of sub-conscious mind
My experience in life
With parent, children and wife
My friends
My flower gardens
My work place
The hate, the bless
I try to present it in poetic form
But not in traditional norm
Sometime I can, sometime not
But the poems are hot
Because they are the vapours
Come out through superheaters
From the three-drum boiler
of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem