If asked, a log of wood likes to look good—
All timbers feel no lesser than a teak,
Even a brick from kiln's keen to show trick
Given a master mason's classy mood;
Every flower aspires to flaunt fragrance,
And still looking good which it always would,
Or get picked for a rare floral romance
In a bouquet— not fade in lonely wood;
And no shrubs would like to get pulled as weed,
No bird likes to be Dodo not to fly,
And every dog to boast of a rare breed,
All reputations like to reach sky high.
So too no pen a paltry piece to pen,
But a poem that would tall praises span.
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Sonnets | 05.02.10 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Piece to pen! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The pen wrote something, some might have read it, but few bothered say a word about it. Thank you Edward Louis.