The little boy was writing something
On a paper with rapt attention,
His mother saw it,
Being very angry she threw the paper in the dustbin,
As she thought her son was wasting valuable time
Not reading his important text books.
But the boy's father who was a great poet
Picked up the paper himself from the bin
And saw that his beloved son
Had written a beautiful poem in it,
Tears of spontaneous joy came in his eyes,
He embraced his son with extreme delight,
The little boy could not understand anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem