If sweet balls are not sour
If yes I don't like, if not tongue shower
Taste is taste when one has lust
Without wish one throws in dust
In time they come pen runs well
If pen fails, life becomes hell
Hell is not a good place
We reach there with a broken lace
I will bring but tell me how
They are not growing on bough
Money I have not you have knowledge
Being a tiny student of a college
Make a ball of sweet bonny mine
I will take and tell fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem