poems by me: ” I am not born to be a poet
I am sorry I cannot make a poem”
This is what you should not say
Just open the window,
And look out to hear
the wind is saying lullaby ,
to trees and creepers alike,
And putting them to sleep.
And look at the rebel bud,
whose green cap is blown away
and who bashfully reveals
her face full of beauty,
And seeing all these miracles
don’t you change your harsh mind
and think at least for a moment
of making a poem,O’mankind?