Many times, while escaping the real world, I used to find my sanctuary in the blissful chest of mother Art. With poems, I am curing the hungry soul, and it hungers for compassion, love and faith, just like any human soul does.
Hungry and thirsty, I am staring into the very heart of the dark spirit of my own subconscious, and I would feel betrayed for who knows how many times, only to appease my thirsty soul with a torrent of tears, because poetry is like a tear on the face of mankind.
I don't know much about victories, but I am sure of one thing, that compassion is a victory of the human spirit.
I wrote Poems on an old typewriter, which I inherited from a late American writer. This wise, good man used to read poems to me when I was a kid, saying that I too will read my poems to other people, but first I shall roam the world searching for myself.
I admit I no longer have the will or power to roam around, but I haven’t lost the will to write poetry.