Pleasant morning,
Beautiful flower swings
In the gentle breeze,
It's a wonderful scene,
I stare at it
In amazement,
It laughs at me and says,
"You can never swing spontaneously like me, "
I just smile and answer,
"I can also swing easily
Within myself
And with my own breeze,
But you can never see this,
Eventually I can write wonderful poetry
With my joyous soul."
but you can't ever SWING LIKE ME 70 YEARS SINCE LOL KEEP swimming b happpp peee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful contemplation dear Anjandev! A beautiful poem...5th 🌟