Born poor
He was born poor
Brought up by neighbors
Whole life he labored
But not a second m happily snored
He struggled
And led
Miserable life
Like on sharp edge of life
He did not complain
But maintained
Sanctity of mission
He was never in confusion
Poverty was not curse
But hard life of course
He struggled for to square meals
People lied to him and showed moon unreal
He was not misled
But believed
Life was not kind to him
So he expected nothing from Him
Life approached
As he reached period an autumn
The leaf was to fall down on earth
The sound sleep was waiting for him in form of death
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Life approached As he reached period an autumn The leaf was to fall down on earth The sound sleep was waiting for him in form of death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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