It`s been a nice day.
Things came in a lovely way.
Some lost plume got back their home;
The wings again flutter and roam.
Black clouds now begin to flee
As they failed to cover the sun;
Wind again drinks the glee
And the royal wings hover in fun.
Who knows what comes next?
Tomorrow has a short prologue.
Who knows if it is just better or the best?
Time may read out the long epilogue.
It`s been a nice day.
Things came in a lovely way.
Keep aside the things of far away;
And let us live today with the joy of today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem