It is moneyless,
Frightless, endless,
Makes all readers
Happy, the poets
Jabbing away
Thier thoughts
Openly, yet kept
Secretly, some mirthful,
Some naughty,
Some about happiness,
Some about sepearation,
Some about death,
Some about loves,
Some about nature,
Encompassing all walks
Of life otherwise
Unexpressable
The beauty shines more
Written verses of choice
Poemhunter goes on,
Without a stop
Like the lock work
Of life on this blessed
Planets where
Poeople are so emotional.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem