A simple fresh green coconut,
An adept builder takes pain
To build it for months
To quench your thirst,
To fill your stomach with taste of purity
And touch of love & sanctity.
Lo, where is ad for this creator
Never seen on TV drinking coconut water
While surfing, picnicking or serving
Who will remunerate his ad?
He, himself is his ad for ever
Without any charge do hardest labour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem