Abacus, the thing I got
Embedded with a writing slate
At my child hood
To enter in the school
A new step of my life to rise.
I was brought to a place
People called it the school,
Having no roof over head
Nor any wall around it.
An old commanding man
Sitting on a mate of date palm
Introduced me my teacher
In the dawn of my life to build.
The way of life in the world
Is an ongoing process
That I have to lead, started
With the pale view through
A thick framed glass
And old hard but homely voice
Sit down, sit down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a nice poem.I liked it.