Shabby lass in a gloomy state.
But she is curly and very cute.
The faint eyes tell me the story of your decaying life
and curriculum vitae are not necessary.
Your transparent fingers are very suitable for milking.
But my innocent buddy
I won't keep you there a long time under the stingy milksop.
You know that I gamble with the turning rough soil.
One day I'll swallow a diamond closing one's eyes.
My humble dream is to fly together
and gambol in the Milky Way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a charming fairy tale! A rare dream makes life seem well worth living.. Lovely work, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra