The river purls and gurgles
Unceasingly irritating
Round man's preoccupation
And none complains of distraction
The owl seldom hoot at night
When mortals are fast asleep
Yet there is no love lost
(Tuesday 5th October,1999,12.00 noon)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ways of life! Nature! ! ! ! ! Mankind on earth; Love and hate. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks Edward. Bless you.