Tools!
To boost your ego on this love;
To understand the things around you,
And, to put things right.
A sharpened cutlass in your hand,
Ready for your work in the land;
A famer,
Able to feed your family.
A catapult in your hand,
Waiting for the birds in the forest;
As you go along with your work,
As a famer in the land.
Sweet pea! !
Correct me if i am wrong;
With the muse of your beautiful rose,
Seen in the garden of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem