Poetry can never be called bad
It can make you sad
Brings the grief in
And the impact is clearly seen
It is poetry
That is blessed from an almighty
The cuckoo sings early in the morning
The prayers are heard in evening
The river create ripples
It is heard by sensible people
Who always pick good things?
And work hard to bring desirous result
It has special tune
That makes you immune
From stress and tension
With no presence of confusion
So poetry does help
And compels you to take steps
It makes you to feel heavenly
And turn life cheerfully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem