At night completed my home works,
With anger throwed my pen off the table
Because of the disgusting home works.
At morning ready for school,
A sudden flash of the pen's image came into my mind,
Putting the knees down and crawling like a baby, I mean,
I'm searching for the pen,
After a long battle,
I got my pen,
So don't lose your pen at any cost.
- hari ashwin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't lose your pen, or your temper Thanks for sharing, Hari
thanq kelly for your valuable comments......