Putting my hand on your shoulder
and sitting quiet on the boulder,
we looked at the bright stars
which cheered us off the Mars.
But the cold stares here make us moulder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a meaningful poem! Human may understand and misunderstand the same facts, differently, not like the programs, that obey without any fuss wherever these are put in!