The first bell rings
for the school children,
Milk vending man!
Even it falls down,
It stands in mind for ever,
Waterfalls!
Fan without the electricity,
swirls round and round
and plays happily! Wind!
We can get even the ghosts,
But there is scarcity
for Margosa tree leaves!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem