My joy knew not the bounds that day:
My Pedagogue and I forgetting our bounds,
Broke out the cocoons of customs to flew high!
Single step of ours left us the fruits of joy.
Either it be a feet or a water game;
Never had a low spirit.
Enthusiastic minds knew only to move ahead,
Astonishing the viewers with thou courage;
in simple, we are lost in the midst of awe.
Whirr! In the age of flying age Malone became gnome - Dear just wait for the right time things will change for you. holiness of the those prophets can be seen in your prayer. Amazing expression buddy.......Queen, Thumps up!
Who is he? Somehow I am unable to relate this poem to anything clearly.....a Guru-Sishya relation, a freind-friend relation, a hero-fan relation........a little ambiguous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But, hope lies ahead of you! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.