That evening
I was sad and pensive,
The great book was
In front of me,
I was trying to read
The best page of it,
Though I tried hard,
I could not succeed,
Being frustrated,
I tore the page from the book,
Soon I felt ashamed of myself,
Then the strange thing happened for me,
As I could easily read the torn page thereafter,
Eventually I became happy and contented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem. When we admit we are on the wrong path then the right one becomes easy to follow