Many a woman bears children and adorns them with names,
And so did a reverend and his wife a decade gone;
Upon this world in strait circumstances a soul was born;
A frivolous character fond of mischievous games.
Thus grew the young lad to revered guru,
A master of wonderful crafts and esoteric arts;
An ambassador of free thought and limitless passion
Who to all across the world hope and faith imparts.
All its earthly days that soul did tread with care
And before it leapt it first cast a glare!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thus grew the young lad to revered guru, A master of wonderful crafts and esoteric arts; An ambassador of free thought and limitless passion Who to all across the world hope and faith imparts. A master and an ambassodar casting a glare......... you are so enthusiastic my dear poet. thanku. tony