The road was hilly,
the wind was strong.
anyone cannot stop him to climb the upward ways.
To went,
He goes to bed early;
to rise early.
Ways was slippery
but hark hard.
Go early at nature,
and feel the nature's beauty.
He nothing any dream,
and nothing any future.
The sun burned his body,
losed his all energy,
Nothing at all of his life.
A boy of India.
who laboured and intelligent,
go always ahead in his life.
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I would like to translate this poem
go ahead, good write, thanks.