Reading is travelling,
Painting is train,
to some unfamiliar
Places they take you,
Miles away from
Your dismal lair,
They show what life is,
They show marvelous sights
You could never imagine
In your limited world
of imagination,
Oh, how frugal the paintings
And the books are
That nurtures the
Human soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem