My Poem Poem by Haardik Ravat
My Poem
This poem I am writing in my way
And it has much to say
This poem is sure to be admired
As I was writing a soldier fired
I run and screamed and and shouted and flee
And at my back my little brother happily glee
I run and chased him to the farming hay
But he ran away and I have nothing to say
That was the poem I wrote in my way
And now I have nothing to say, Nothing to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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