All it happened to me,
to the person like me,
who practised to be cheerful,
world started appearing beautiful(Madhuryam) .
When the world around seemed to be ugly,
I was alive, but
when the world started appearing beautiful,
I am no more, coz
the beauty(Madhuri) is not mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'practise to be cheerful'...........i have to try that.