amidst the greens of paddy
in a muddy terrace
like a heroic warrior
you stand deeply rooted
you see farmers working
they seek shade under you
hospitality you have shown
finally you are truly glad
the green of your leaves
provokes peace in peasants heart
but it is not forever
you don't have the slightest doubt
a shy naked plant
to it you have turned
the colors aren't pleasant
by your side not even a single life
winter takes its crown
your leaves you try hard to hold
your work goes in vain
at last your arms turn bare
the cold has brought
with it the white of all the colors
you are not the same no more
you appear truly bored
in a barren land
you are no more young
previous generations of yours
thy have all seen it
you are a deserted tree!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep rooted! But, deserted with the muse of life. Nice work.