So wonderful,
So cute,
Kissing fate-
The truth.
Is not fate
Morning sunlight?
Is not life
Cloudy sky?
Is not day
Full of moist?
But life is fateful,
Remember men.
No one can do
Any harm to you.
Smell of flower
Is there as ever
For you yourself -
The odour.
And men, so noble,
No wickedness can
Touch you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent poem, sir Gajanan....10+++++++++++++