An unfortunate King
I am an unfortunate king in my wars
Triumphs always reached my enemy’s hands
My sword failed to fetch the fruits of victories
and it made wounds in my hands and in my body
My shield forgot to save me from the daggers
and it added burden on my back when I was tired
The arrows from my bow failed to reach the target
and they killed my soldiers instead
My crown and my rule in my land
Kept me still not as a king but as a stranger
When will I swear and when will I marry
The girl of good luck, the fortunate fairy?
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I would like to translate this poem
ravi nallairuku........ life is yours dream for a life.when birds, animals which never know abut tomorrow are living we human never never intend to live....... best write...