Tendered stalk
With greenish buds
Swings in breeze
Makes all happy
Human balk
with wrong deeds
Swing in avenge
Makes all timid
One to nurture
The other to torture
How cans I happy
When those lions browses
When nature is full of innocence like tender stalks, make all happy. But human nature with wrong deeds make all unhappy. One nurture, grows and other is to destroy those like lion does...how one can be happy....beautiful poem. Loved it.
Nobody can give us happiness until we find it within our soul, then nobody can take it away from us.
I wish you would give me more words. You know what goes on, but for us it is difficult to figure out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we must seek to find happiness it is there if we look long enough good write