The sun rises to set
And the river flows to
Fall in the seas
The flowers bloom in
The morn to shed fragrance
And play with the bees
The clouds appear in
The sky to pour over the
World as cool rains
The rivulets flow
Crisscrossed across green
Dales and rugged plains
The leaves flutter in
The wind, turn yellow
And fall on the ground
They are swept away
Like some scattered clouds
With a hissing sound
The heart seeks love
When loneliness strikes
It really hard
It roams across the
Unknown realms like a
Lonely and restless bird
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like a Lonely and restless bird ----nice metaphor