In every galloping of
Dinner
The poor chap grew
Thinner.
Cause he fear to
Obstinate.
But, the world called him
Sinner.
Alas, One day he speaks
quoth he' I dine the love of my dreams'
What do you dine "When he was asked? "
He said "I dine too much my noble man,
Today I dine your beautiful maiden".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ashish. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks