The poor is the only happy-man on earth-
All celebrations are incomplete and deficient
Racing, from side-lanes to the centre of track.
A large number of players quit the midway-
If, nation ever needs, he is ready to lay his life
For the sake of mother land, as the soil of land.
Opens his windows to show lustre of his love-
For a love that streams into his heart and soul
As, he wears the dancing shoes doing his bit.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A large number of players quit the midway- If, nation ever needs, he is ready to lay his life For the sake of mother land, as the soil of land. so touching with nice theme. Beautiful poem shared.10