The world goes on and on
Forgets the moments those gone
Droplets of nectar makes a bee hive
Droplets of water makes a pool to dive
Bits of happiness makes the people merry
Bits of talks makes the people marry
Ancient talks makes grouped old folks
Those who fills the shade of old oaks
Grand mothers tolds stories of witches
Stories comes real by the biting ditches
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes fantasies today become a fact tomorrow. Many fantasies of our grand mothers are now seen as a fact.