I am a poet more than the God
The heavens and hells are not more than me
No wonders and miracles before my thoughts
I will be in a palace and a hut at a time

Nothing will restrain me as breeze and air
He might be the creator of this world but
My pen creates a thousands of worlds in a second
Nothing will prevent me
As the storm and rain
My hands will shower a numerous poems in a paper
I am a poet, can say with proud
None will be equal to me in this world