I want golden ladles!
and sooth lullabies!
No strugles, no gravings!
Blissful purity!
Verily, the lap of mother and sweet lullabies are the golden moments where peace of mind heart and soul are at the peak and no struggle. A lovely poem indeed......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic desires that can easily be fulfilled in utopia. Of course the blessed ones can have them in this mortal life too. Be always blessed. Thanks for sharing. Ten points.