Who is the great writer?
The young man doesn't care,
He only reads
With immense pleasure,
He is the true reader,
Long time elapses,
The situation doesn't change,
The man reads and reads,
At the end of the day.....
He listens
The sweetest song of the nature,
Soon the young reader feels
The glorious future of the world.
The sweetest things come in the works we love to do. An inspiring write well expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you Anjandev you have encouraged me