Everybody knows
The great singer,
He has sung
Many important songs
In his life
And achieved his laurels
With flying colours,
But when people request him
To sing the secret song of his life,
He can't,
Though he tries his best,
Fear and anxiety prevents him again and again
From singing the song,
Being angry and frustrated,
He stands in front of his great mirror
And asks his own reflection,
"Why can I not sing the secret song of my life?
Why? Why? Why? "
A fierce monster laughs at him from inside the mirror.
there is now NO SECRET Mostly after Corona live naked AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR
Let the secret be a secret. Unfolding the mystery song causes mysery. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem entitled, 'Secret song' So well penned dear Anjandev. Keep it up!