The comodity free
Each babe could steal
You too would agree
In pressured squeal......
Once handsome and tall
Before each eye's youth
Shrinks in pressured call
Time in speedy actions put forth!
Short of time
Shot out of every lips
Short of luck in time?
Up and down; its balance tips
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem