Born…a cutie….still……a beauty
Though all the while neglected child
…..Woe is me….the lonely tree
Abandoned though I want no pity
….This I know…..a troubled City
Years asunder….yet I wonder
When or where or what or why
…My very being….left…to die
All the while neglected child
…Woe is me….the Deodar tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem