Yes, it is,
No, it is not,
This way the tussle goes on,
The lean and insane vagabond
Hears it everyday
In the busy railway station;
Being tired of it,
He laughs and laughs
And then says to himself,
"Will it ever be solved? "
tell him where there is aWILL There is a Way and say I was said million years times miles away ok AAAAA RRRRRRRRRR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice little work dear Anjandev.... well penned....10