Song of poetry
is fair, pure and
fresh to dance
When the string
strikes on the firing
plane with humour
Glittering ears with
beauty of its painting
ink flowing through
the edges of humanity
The bad is painted good
in and out of actions
penetrates the beam of
poetry to press to mold
and to give hope to the
withered faces and glitter
all hearts to see smiles in
the bad slides of life
With the beauty of its springing
flowers through the flowing of
the rhythm of its songs through
inking and painting of life all-round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glittering ears hear the wonderful sense of life in this context shared.....10