/ Everyone sat in rows In the hands of everyone, Writing his own poetry They were reading again Will recite
Then I was a young poet My poems were formed By the faces and eyes Rain stung like My pen was flowing as wild As a vigorous stream
In front, Sitting too many famous poet Not too aged, Writing judged Equal to the hills of Fame Expanding their scope as the sea Many ahead of his time A lot of poetry grew them legend
I will read the poem in front of them Vibrating my heart and hands, Throat was dry Remembering the words of Robert Frost, "And Miles to go before I sleep" As if, Repeatedly I touched The new Spirit, The Flame in the body And the poem that would accelerate
It was a festival Nothing else Soundly a great festival of poetry There so many poets came from In Country and Abroad
I guessed, I guessed I have to recite my own Should do at least once Should do at least once
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and miles to go before I sleep: An inspiring words by Robert Frost