When she wrote a few lines
About her own school, classmates
The beautiful teacher and her smile
The subject was amusing we enjoyed
When she observed the surroundings
She drew a beautiful pencil sketch
That we enjoyed as a good picture
When she noticed the drunken father
And his body languages of intoxication
Her talent made in canvas and also a poem
There the things changed, she got little scold
That made her proud and understood
She have the courage and conviction to creativity.
There she traveled a lot and now an artist
There she brought herself as a poet critique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem