Disappointment!
Pain!
Resentment!
Modern men can never escape from these,
They always scream,
The sky, the air are filled with it,
It's a matter of real concern indeed,
But the great vagabond of my sublime poetry can easily avoid these worst feelings,
He roams everywhere like a true king,
He is the happiest man of the world.
The human being do not want to be disillusioned and there is hope everywhere.
Poetry can heal our pains. A lovely poem well crafted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh so well you have made the nitche of life so cosier in the arms of poetry thst live within us. Thank-you.