The field becomes gloomy at night,
In morning shows the golden light,
Decorated with daisy, incredible in look,
With the melodious songs of flock
When the breeze blows it spread an
Incredible perfume of rose,
Which makes the field as a jewel of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned lovely composition......10+++😮