It was last laugh
He had enough
To appeal individual girls
Yet it did not take any turn
That is life
Only fortunate people have wife
Rest may come and go
The only factor is now to forgo
It happens
With good people even
They get no chance
To talk even at once
Life turns barren
Changes come all of sudden
One had to opt out from race
To suffer agony on face
He had loved young lady
Even she was eager and ready
He could not propose
As he had maintained silence and paused
That continues till his life’s summer
No one came forward with kind offer
He glanced through his vision
But found answer with lots of confusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Teresa WyattLess than a minute ago nicely written Comment +1 Good Man