It's a beautiful day,
But someone feels its beauty,
Someone does not feel its beauty,
So what?
The lovely day does not mind anything,
It thinks only about its great duty
And so it becomes more and more beautiful
With the time.
A lovely day may not seem very lovely to all alike! Its loveliness may vary from person to person, depending on each one's mental mood! To a happy person even a dull day may seem beautiful. But to a man stricken by sorrow even a beautiful day may appear dreary! Well expressed!
A well penned poem. Truly wonderful and fabulous...5 stars*****
Beauty is where we find it. Some see the beauty, and some don't. It's their loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a cute poem dear Anjandev! Appreciated...All stars