Purchase a blanket
Spring season has come.
Smiles were dancing on his face.
This smile was not due to this cheerful weather.
This smile was due to his savings.
He did not purchase a blanket in cold December.
Which he promises himself in late nights but forget it in morning.
In this, way the note of one hundred rupees remained intakes in his pocket.
It is the story of not a single person.
It is the story of numerous people in this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem