When the life had been gloomy
No one knew the fate of creation
Whether would survive or be destroyed
But the surpassing valor was in existence
Which is never to destroy, a gleaming cause.
The great adjournment had ever been
To stress the life from death
Where to and where as
The sculpture is to be carved
Like the nutshell never to break.
The great tortoise laden with entire creations
Expressed the oath for a golden tomorrow.
But none did notice, the great tortoise
Incarnated to save the creation.
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@ Ramesh Rai
17/02/209
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poor tortoise, having to bear all the responsibility! ! ! : (