The ice of all heat.
The poor and old's treat
Every child's dream
Colourless ideas, no distinction
The same ice-cream caravan but,
Buyers differentiation
The white, fluffy soft ice
Be it of high or low price
The passion escalates, absorbs the scorching irritability
Ever new, ever fun filled, ever transient reality
Temperature increases, ice melts-
Life's like ice and cream taste varies
Moulds so brief, so apt, so deft.
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I would like to translate this poem
'Every child's dream'- it's my dream also! 'Life's like ice and cream taste varies Moulds so brief, so apt, so deft.' And at last you have nicely concluded! 10 with joy.