I am not a great man or a super hero
For me yet so many right kind of a woman dies
In their ears I do not tell magic words
But the worst truth instead of my best lies
My strength is not in figure or size
Nor what I say is always right
But I never feel in-secured like smart boys
To have their stand in the limelight
I do not say that they may not go wrong
Yet what they say carefully I listen
Everywhere on everything to me to make sense
I know they have no duty or obligation
The secret of my success does not depend
On anything phenomenal nor shroud in mystery
It is my real and pampering smile
When they do mistakes and pour all the anger upon me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet smile changes the entire net work of social relationships. Your hand is on the nerves of human beings. A lovely poem.