Nice imaginations of childhood
When I likes to return to childhood
The memories of the past, connecting to present
The little plays becoming life plays of future
The castles those built in sea sand
Washed fully by the crazy tidal wave
Crying aloud but no one interferes
The old ones laughing with their own happiness
Seeing the child play and crying events
Life itself of childhood an amusement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem