Often sees the old friends
Who lives spending the evening time
The evening days they likes the life
The spend days they forgets
For a proper balance sheet they fear
The spend days a concern with the evening days
Every day is important for a man
Except the own birthday some one exclaims
They suffers the tore of life itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good expression of the thought, well- composed poem, thanks for sharing