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.
Oh so well you have made the nitche of life so cosier in the arms of poetry thst live within us. Thank-you.
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
Poetry is a relief from modern days pains. Great poem