AUTUMN HAS GONE
Small beautiful leaves
are coming on trees.
Sometimes ago they were
all bare.
Birds are opening their eyes
in gardens.
Butterflies are flying
here and there.
Cool and mild breeze is
changing its behavior.
Sun is marching ahead on
the path of heat.
Coldness and woolen clothes
have gone for more than six months.
It is all due to
summer season.
Now autumn will come
next year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem