This question raises my temperament.
It seems everyone is speechless,
or no one has got any senses....
Tip of pencil to top of the mountain,
A drop of water to a flourished fountain.
Happenings of the day to disappointments,
charming moments to the grt settlements.
Nothing and no one will be going to stay,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem