In the pleasant evening
I began to write my great poetry
With a joyous mind,
I wrote many lines at a stretch,
I wanted to write more and more,
But then the sky became cloudy,
Gradually the atmosphere became darker and darker,
I realised the unpleasant meaning of it,
Soon I stopped writing
With a gloomy heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your style of writing! Great poem