The young poet
Has already written
Many wonderful poetry,
He has achieved his laurels too,
In fact he is completely engrossed
In the world of glorious poetry,
One day he sincerely asks himself,
"If I don't write poetry,
What will happen to me? "
He closes his eyes
And ponders deeply about it for a while,
Then he sees the deepest and darkest well in front of him,
The young bard becomes terribly afraid of it,
As he realises the dreadful meaning of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bard without his songs.What will b eleft of him? Beautiful!