Black crows, loud bells, strict rules;
a dark garden to which buds come to blossom.
Crammed and full, the hot swift days pass by, unnoticed.
In them is a glimmer of light. A vision of what will be.
A hard world filled with rocks and troubles, and in it a pool of peace.
Something to aspire to. Excellence is attainable.
Priya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem with full of hope..