On vines, grow the grapes,
Across the sky, floats the clouds.
Round the earth, the moon goes round,
Round the Sun, goes the earth
and other planets.
On the rivers, the boats sail,
On the seas, the ships sail,
On the rails, the tram and train runs,
It is rare to find the trams
on the road, these days,
In India, flows the sacred river Ganges.
First month of the year in January,
Every ones waits for enjoying
Christmas and happy New Year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem