From home to hostel
when I and father travel,
ln a compartment of Rail
says me inspirational tale.
by touching mother's foot
as she's fortune's root,
packs bag with sweet & fruit
leads me to hostel route.
passing by the motion wood
my pain thy never understood,
hawker, 'food, tasty food'
Papa says, 'It's not good'.
soon arrived at a station
that was our destination
took me to an institution
there I persue my education
shading tears, stopped his way
nearby the gate where I stay
consoling me papa says
'summer vaccation is in may'.
several days I felt sad
as I was mom's adorable lad
saw a letter of my dad
written, 'my prince! study hard'.
day passed and did matriculation
secured a higher first division
joys were beyond imagination
and resolute to serve my nation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem