A little boy sat near the blue lake, the place was so serene
The lake perfectly matched the lovely blue sky
The boy was happy; he had caught a star fish and some fishes
Suddenly the sky became gloomy, was it a curse
Was it the effect of the Friday the thirteenth?
It started raining and it rained as never before
The boy slipped, lost his balance and landed in the lake
Frightened, he shouted and shouted but alas no luck
He prayed to god and at last there was a savior
After much trouble the boy was saved
He got his life back, three cheers to our star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem