Bothering about the happy pains
moving from way to lanes
sharing the natural gains
taking out the happy pains
like an wind in summary rains
but always out of wandering brains
as an ant eatingeating grains
always loss why not gains
seeing the way never to be seen
what i saw was ugly scene
an basket full of loneliness
making happy for his shyness
love nature with its pain
poet's hobby with great aim...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem