It's the beautiful vast field,
As he stretches his eyes,
He sees only beauty and beauty,
There is nothing otherwise,
Whole day he enjoys it,
It's late night now,
He goes to sleep with his tired eyes,
Even then he feels the celestial loveliness of the great poetic realm with his sleepy eyes,
Indeed it seems endless to him,
Easily he considers the poetic field as the best and loveliest of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ASK HIM TO read my SMILES POEM HE WON'T THEN SLEEP AND THANK U ARRRRR U ENERGIZE ME MY BRAIN NEEDS ADRENALIN TO COMPOSE such smiling sexy poetry I know you will SMILE with me NOT AT ME