Among all cousins of mine in a lane
There is he very profound, and plain.
Strong though shows none in skein;
Always ready for hospitability in rain
Without thinking for self even if slain.
Had a son and a daughter - both reign
His kingdom and never wished to deign.
My Bhabhi is a great soul - decent again;
Never spoke a bad word - is a gem in pane.
All the family tries to help others in arraign.
Thanks to god for such sweet family to attain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed and nicely drafted poem. I like the rhyme scheme of the piece Sanket. Thanks for sharing.