The young author has written it,
It's a great piece indeed,
Everybody praises it unanimously,
But the young writer himself is not satisfied,
He is sad and gloomy,
As he believes
With his ambitious mind that
He should write the best piece,
He wants to be the greatest,
Whole day the author weeps
In unseen pain and agony,
But in vain,
The sun sets,
He waits for the bright sunshine of the next day
With his vacant eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem