February sun
Called me fun
I realized mistake
To go with moon
Who directed
To come soon.
I felt hot
And cold
At a time
And they
Forced me
To see mummy.
I am eager
To see you
Naked ash
I eager to
show you
That pippal tree
Again in air.
February Sun
O February Sun
You are my
Handsome here
And hereafter
With more and
More fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I really liked the wording.