Studies are over,
packing their bags
and turning around,
Girls of my class,
ran towards playgrounds.
Swinging cheerful faces,
forgetting their woes
to and fro with full force
their happiness is huge.
God, always keep them cheerful
in all the season of life
where everyday
becomes their playground
and they never had to turn back around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem