Word to word
I searched out
The art
And started
My journey
By traditional
Bullock cart.
Lane to lane
I moved on
In dark
And also in light
And prepared myself
To fight
But beg not help.
My sweet days
All there and
I left them
On that river bank
With a hope to restored
Myself in the years
To come alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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