The weary man knows that
He has to stop,
But where.....
He does not know,
In course of time,
The man stops,
But in a wrong position,
Still it becomes a blessing in his life,
As the gentle breeze begins to blow,
The beautiful flowers begin to bloom
The sweet birds start singing,
Soon the tired man finds himself anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yet another poem to render me speechless