When the canopy,
Droops,
With the weight of rays,
Falling unto them from sun,
I will not mind.
When the leaves fall,
And the bough gives away,
Because the moon shone,
I shall not exist.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a way with words, they are always woven into wonderful poetry. Thank you, RoseAnn