He hardly wished to remain at the corner
to perform a bounden duty, to become a bonded laborer-
the job of an engineer he hated.
The night sky was cloudy.
One day his hobby became his profession-
his voice was recognized by all.
The cloudy night became loaded with twinkling stars.
His wife never supported this transformation-
separation was the result.
The starry sky became cloudy again!
He married twice.
An engineer died.
The 'Herald of Spring' got name-
a sunny morning accompanied the blurred night...
For talents to be recognized and honoured, surely self employment to boost one's creativity and inventiveness is absolutely necessary and encouraged sure!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
SORROW IS STICKY LEECH HAS NO MERCY EITHER POVERTY ONE OR CELEBRITY!