Let me tell you a story, quite sad.
You see, my luck has always been bad.
One day at summer camp
I found a magic lamp
And I thought that I soon would be glad.
I proceeded to rub on the lamp
And the genie came out like a champ.
Then he went to catch fishes,
Said, 'If I could grant wishes,
Do you think I'd be stuck in a lamp? '
The sad story of magic lamp amazes mind and we feel the essence of your wonderful expression. Rubbing the lamp a proceeding is witnessed. A brilliant poem is wonderfully penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess not! Never thought about that before. Clever one, Kim!