The young chap with a tender heart,
Driven in the instant instinct to meet,
His future sweetheart, so charming and cute,
He was just twenty four and she fourteen.
He had gone to her uncle's house,
To see her in person in nineteen forty four,
A fair young girl, who was going to be my mother,
Served him a cup of coffee, while he looked for the bride,
He was shocked when he was told,
That the cute little girl was his bride,
At first he was reluctant, pointing the age difference,
They both got married, but fated to get separated.
A quarter of a page written with five simple sentences,
We have never compounded those to be the complexes,
Not only For every crow, their chicks are golden,
For every chick, their parents are gold and diamonds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peeping through the yesterday window- -calm breeze, gusty wind and......For every chick, their parents are gold and diamonds. thanks