the old man named love was a cragsman and mountaineered
the mountain of life baleful and hard
dishonesty and treason were like two rabid dogs
he had against no adjuvant and guard
the world and fate were so sorry
they faked and showed him a red card
he fought versus them intrepidly and contriverly
but was harshly damaged and scarred
abnegation was his worshiper among this war
between people he was acclaimed and starred
he never shows ennui and never disoblige
and is a great smoochy and the night silence bard
Nice tribute to love with reverent and solemn words.............Amir.........an excellent write..............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a metaphor! ! ! Really, an enjoyable read.... do write more and more.... You are going to shine, carve a niche for yourself..... Well done brother....