Turn when
We are sentimental
As an individual
With little jolt
We feel dejected with insult
Whole of the body shivers
And alters
Mood for the whole day
And turns as bad day
We can't hold or hide
As it is difficult to confide
Within self or in heart
We have no such art
We are made of clay
And hold sway
Over affairs
But fail to deliver concrete
So learn
And turn
Table when turned against you
This shall be real art to show through
So learn And turn Table when turned against you This shall be real art to show through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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