Oh! My dear
Happy New Year
Are you clear?
It is nothing but the sum of time
Which are valuable
And are not available
So, don't think it prime
Who think it prime
They loss their aim
Bu amusing the days
Thinking one year's time
Time and tide waits for not
Everyone should thought
So waste it not
Who waste it knowingly
Suffers a lot.
One one three hundred sixty-five days
Make one year complete
Who loses one days
He loses one year's bit
One one years may
Make one's life again
How much valuable
A bit of time
Life is not to enjoy only
It has to do something
Do you claim it prime?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poems