So, how to conform your day duties - the pace
of your life - with all these little matters, that
intricately matter to you, your family - it physics -
along that urge canning to your face - the poetry?
For they do oppose - in rhytm and the goal - and
the latter can't be eaten - lest meal for a soul?
Of course, you're pertinent redistributing every
while, balance of Time - that permanent chemistry
of everyday's life, recollecting good(s) , connecting
all the smiles - keeping up everybody's calm.
Recalling now.. an old blue embroidery post in
white linen, besides iron stove - the housewife
pretty figure saying.. COOKWIFE, DO YOUR
BEST FOR YOUR MEAL'S WELL TASTE!
An eternal access to success.. for all, no rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course, you're pertinent redistributing every while balance of the Time -.....Very amazing composition shared in wise mind that gives interesting thrill to a reader. Nice job done....10
Thanks for your thought, Kumarmani!