I was a lad of whim-chime-funny nature,
No pain-gain-uneven, only play and adventure.
Every time-thing has a schedule to be clear,
Me too, that comes very swiftly at way of banter.
Her beauty encaged me and later worth enraged me,
Firstly I was amazed but soon it surged me.
I say –“come dear! At a wonderful land for leave! ”
Slewly she answered –“WHO HAS ANY TIME FOR LOVE! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem