Mingling in coolness of Moon
Warmth of glowing Sun
Like saplings birth from seeds
Shedding away the old clothes
And taking small steps forward
Causing happiness around
And grow for future
Upholding its inherent stature
Being the one among everyone
The light that captures the sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How is the sight of the child? Answers to this question are beautifully written. Top scores the poem deserves. The Coorg region of Karnataka smells sweet!