No money, no girl,
Magic will not do
Any helpful work.
But I know
No where to fall.
I know when you are
Going to give a call
I will be there
To tell, worry not,
It is just a ball.
The ball is red, no doubt,
But it has so many
Colours, and it is
So small and so tall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem