He's unknown to all even himself
And not know his own father-mother
Further, children and brother-sister
Is he not making it all by himself?
He's the great hero one, a master
And one's best friend or one's guide
But somewhen he let the wrong side
Though he's a kind, honest and maker!
He's a good servant but a bad master
What's eager, crime, dare and danger?
He makes to all happy, love and enjoy
Love, respect, and quarrel, but destroy;
He's falling to all that's he making all
And takes to all that he gets whole.
©Bipin Churchung Rabha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful sonnet having touching expression and nice collocation. The theme is nice. Thanks for sharing.