Many things of the world the great author remembers,
He confidently writes those,
But more things he forgets
And he can not write those.
In his tired mind the famous author yearns,
If he can remember all the things of the world.....
Just then the bell rings
And the reputed author yawns,
It's time for him to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just then the bell rings And the reputed author yawns, It's time for him to sleep....sweet thought