Let humanity arise to the works of the truth!
And, let there be peace on earth;
Garden, warden!
In a den with my work;
Amusing poem,
Lively depicted with the muse of love.
Of a love so far away!
With the facts of life and,
The very ways of nature.
Phase, phrase!
Creativity is not taught;
It is an inbilt.
Cake pops,
Home sweet home;
To say!
To stay,
To lay,
And to play.
Amazing!
To pray with the ray of hope;
Like the muse of a poor heart facing the problems of life.
Story, accusatory!
Blue nights,
Neglect,
Disregard,
To overlook;
Ignorance.
Vocative!
To transfrom;
To carry on,
To remove,
To be carried away.
Lad, load!
Like a man dressed like a woman in the world today;
But, flowers are the joy of a Garden.
Local shrines!
Like a woman dressed like a man in the world today;
But, the truth is wrapped with purity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem