In the dreary season
I knock the door
Of the old house,
He opens it,
I ask him
The important question,
He just smiles,
But doesn't say anything,
It is very simple smile.....
Without any guile,
The smile gives me
The perfect answer of
My significant question,
Thereafter I find the happiest meaning of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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