Further that's truth: world is precious stone
smelless Flowers, testless fruits.
All are going into wrong time
can not change feather brained.
known but reflection distribution does not occur
when the neonate came.. I told her
" welcome to the hatred of world".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write........ Keep it up... Thnx for sharing.....10 You may like to read my poems... Naila