Even though
Not up to mark
The poet must not
Stop composing poems.
You must not push
Your mother to the snow,
O men, to the dark
You must not go.
See your father as a lighter
And live like a lion
Keeping dart never.
Please see and hear,
Ignore all English fever
Proceed with time with road clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem