Love to dine
treasure my wine
sport a smile as always
rhyme I do
and paint a hue
then recoil into a quiescent
Together I go
never miss a score
laugh out loud with close ones
opine as eager
yet prefer things tender
pass by as a no-one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To define oneself, and that too within the confines of 50 words, is not an easy task. Yet the poet has exactly done that, with ease. Thanks Arnab.