I am a most ordinary man
Learning... how to write a poem
Just before saying you bye.
It's very pathetic to feel
My poems born like wingless birds
And can't fly in the sky.
They simply crawl, stand, sit
walk on the ground, never try to fly
They don't have confidence, trust
Should I bring them up?
Or send to the slaughter house
For non-veg's breakfast!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem