The virgin land
I never cared
Or nurtured
The idea of loving
With inner feeling
I was brought in many times
With love gestures
But I was insensible enough
To push it back and laugh
May be fault on my part
But I was unaware of love art
That it needs some honor
With compromise and humor too
So I got its hint
As if flower's scent
Just made nostrils wide
To smell right now and decide
Yes, love made me to spell
And go well
With any offer if that is made
And allow the virgin land to be ploughed with spad4e
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, love made me to spell And go well With any offer if that is made And allow the virgin land to be ploughed with spad4e