A warm and wacky
world, where silly
fellows live.
A city where mere
alphabets forces
you to be lost in
felicity.
A country filled
with men and
women who
doesn't keep
to there words.
Aye!
A world where
most of the houses
are built on rocks.
I promise to relocate
to the border tween
the love world &hatred.
There shall i build a small
hut.
Oh! Love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, thanks, I like it.