I knew the great man,
He lived in the refined poetic land,
He was gentle and benign,
Everybody loved and respected him.
He wrote many beautiful poetry
Which always gave him peace and serenity,
One day the reputed man passed away,
But death could not take him far away,
He is living forever
With his magnificent stature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets rarely die they simply PASS BY just say bye AR