Its dwelling is in the desert, but Not a tent, Not a luxurious palace or In a high skyscraper... It's pretty and it's brilliant like gold... It's never restricted by anything... It flies away from here to there Without a visa... As long as it's playing with the other grains... As long as it's flying with the other grains.... As long as it goes merry making and As long as it does not bother me, then It's a true friend... I'm dearly proud of its friendship as long as I am alive... Such are the true friends Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere. _____________________________________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem......................