I was walking in a trance,
It was always a pleasant feeling for me,
Gentle breeze was blowing
And I was swinging with ease.
But a wicked bee felt jealous of me,
Quickly he entered my pleasing domain
And stung me fiercely,
I screamed in pain,
I was bleeding profusely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem dear friend........thanks......10++++++++