Under the clear sky of April
I lay and watch the clouds flitting
And far away from in the valleys
Comes essence of flowers blooming
I close my eyes and inhale
The morning wind blowing past
Caressing my face and tarries over
The landscape and moves away too fast
A beautiful tribute to one of Mother Nature's fragrant blooms. Such tranquility evoked in this poem, Anil.
Dear Anil ji, your poems on nature and seasons are most riveting. So beautifully penned.....Top marks + to my favourite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful as always Anil x Top marks*****