Season of memorable moments.
Close bosom-friends for sharing friendly hands.
Conspiring with them how to guide and bless life
With fruitful moment revolve around it.
To bend with joy and sorrows in it.
And fill all joys with beautiful moments.
To relax sorrows fill it with joys
A sweet fragrance to set a "colourful moments"
And still more this season sacrifices a lot
Until the death of the days
For sharing hands this season will be RISKED A LOT…….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem