Long back, on a city footpath, I met a little girL
One who was lonely and had no one to talk tO
Very often did I see her, weeping hard for LuV
Ever wishing to get from someone love &carE
‘Oh…my mom’s nomore; I have nobody to talk tO’
Restlessly she told me, as she couldn’t anymore beaR
Despite being a stranger, I hugged her and saiD,
‘I shall take care of you and I promise always will I’.
Eternal blessings fell upon me…how much happier could I bE
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I would like to translate this poem
You write very well.