A small piece of paper lay on the floor,
The little child took it and thought something sincerely for a while,
Then he tore it to pieces and began to laugh with great delight,
Very insignificant but purely childish
Which was the beauty of this scene,
Nobody took interest in it,
But my friend observed it minutely
And got immense pleasure in his poetic mind.
He patted the innocent child lovingly and said that
He had engraved the little child's frolicsome attitude in the deepest cell of his mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem