Flower vendor Soundira Rajan
Surrounded by flowers of dozen varieties
Rose, marigold, dahlia, daffodil,
jasmine, chrysanthemum, daisy, tulip
Dawn to night intoxicated by fragrance
Eyes bathed in alluring colours
Those pretty tempting flowers
Nature's bounties for human minds
Balm for burning minds young and old
stimuli for amorous outburst
But unwelcome guests for Soundira Rajan
Jasmine garlands he makes for brides
remind him painfully of his unmarried daughter
Still remains single at thirty two
Arch villain dowry stands as stumbling block
Wreaths he makes with trembling hands
reminiscent of his spouse bed-ridden with cancer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agony of the world really takes my slumber - alone I cry- Alone I weep- very nice and you succinctly projected the pain