How can we forget our own vell,
And our beauty from where we hail.
On a sunny day in the harvest,
And on a moonlight in the nest.
Before to bed always we make,
Tunes and joys with some take.
This is a practice of our culture,
How sweet and cool music to hear.
This isn't so in this illusion world,
For live long, there is a great wall.
To overcome them in a dense way,
To our almighty, lets we all pray
How can we forget our own vell, And our beauty from where we hail. On a sunny day in the harvest, And on a moonlight in the nest. Before to bed always we make, Tunes and joys with some take. This is a practice of our culture, - - - - - - -Very beautiful lines about your culture which you surely miss in the new illusory environment.
A refined poetic imagination, Bipin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
You may check me....read and comment already on 30 August....thank you!
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I would like to translate this poem
Beauty of nature we cannot forget and we cannot forget own vell. An amazing poem of greetings is interestingly penned. Praying to God is good. Thank you very much for sharing this poem with us...10