Scene I
With heavy winter wear,
Woollies, cries galore we endeavour,
Fight winter with cold creams and all might,
Winter wins still how so brave we fight.
Scene II
With stray, torn sacks of jute
The poor strive, mouth on mute,
Trying hard the biting cold to beat,
And for sure, winter wilts in defeat!
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Reflections | 14.07.18 |
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I would like to translate this poem
the more we get the more we want the less we get the more we struggle and this struggle is the door of winner