The Name.

I write..but

I don't create poetry..

I write what my beloved makes me write.

In that case I am not a creator.

In my poetry there is nothing mine,

not even my name.

That is also given by my beloved.

If my beloved was not there,

for whom i would have written?

and if i wouldn't have written then

who would have known my name?

There is only my beloved For whom,

From whom I write...

I only write..

Everything else is what my beloved has given me..

The thoughts..

The words..

The creating power..

The imagination..

The poetry..

The name..

(C) D!sha Joshi.