To run the year past, in a day
Of any wind, in advance
Breathless besides, affects more to stir
The heart for a song and dance.
Four-faced artiste doffed, undoffed
With each mood-change in tempo
A technicolour swirl as from out;
Of a film upsped on through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply excellent poem......10+++
Thankyou so much again