The moment I stepped on the grains of
sand at my lower primary school,
they nostalgically recognized
the familiar presence of my feet;
I then gained energy to regain
my old brown and white school uniform
and bag to run into my class rooms
(9-syllable lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nostalgic memories. Who doesn't want to go back to the childhood, the first school days! Loved it. Top score, dear poet.
Thanks a lot, dear poet