A good amount of motivation
From the fountain of cognition,
There was pelting on my umbrella
The locus of passion went la la la la la,
Today a sick child
Yet I cordially enjoyed;
Later tried the creepy desperation
To place me in a grievous position,
Did not allow it to dwell very well
'cause I had to earnestly bid farewell,
The malady was mild
So I was able to fight the tide.
This is interesting..... i understand every line. I love how you get into my head. This is one of the poems that i can read for pleasure. It is nice how you put the story. I have to read it a lot. Much love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. Enjoyed the style in which you have told the story. Thanks for sharing.