The young bard gets up
Early in the morning,
Beautiful nature greets him wholeheartedly,
He begins his journey
With tranquil feelings,
Throughout the day,
The young poet swings spontaneously,
Even at night
When he falls deep asleep,
He sees in his wonderful vision that
The pleasant nature is still singing for him
With the same energy and enthusiasm,
The poet considers this situation very auspicious
For his infinite journey.
true poetic journey becomes infinite always thru good poetry
Yes this is needed for a poet to excel. Beautiful conception. Thank-you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
are you a real poet....no I thought as much.poets are generally poor with an elongated imagery a bloated ego and hopes he will be read by folks and praises will fill his tummy no need of money brings no happiness then he dies just as do flies no one cries he flies.I was being read once by 7000 plus now not more than seventy can youre call the poet in me