In an ocean of sorrow, a poet once wrote
'Life giveth to those who take
And taketh all from those who give'
These waves then entered many a heart-
a mother's, a doctor's, a teacher's, a nun's-
big warm tears flew down their cheeks
as each one felt that this rhythm of truth
was written by the poet 'just for me'
Up above in the world of Truth,
the divine Mother, She only sighed,
'A poet writes to clear his mind;
The others in the world, they catch these lines
to load their hearts and fill their eyes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
POETS - POETS - POETS - POETS