I have planted those seeds,
During dry season and
Watered those with vapors,
From my hot breath and tears,
Now the time is ripe after the shower,
And the fruits are everywhere,
I have to reap them for the profits,
So I do the charity during dry spell,
And I am not in a mood to waste,
Every precious second to be idle,
Seeing my juicy fruits picked,
By the early birds, those have clues,
I will go for shopping spree,
When no one not interested and left,
And the galleries are empty,
Nursing their deep wounds with tincture,
I will go for shopping spree,
When no one is around and all are alighted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seeing my juicy fruits picked, By the early birds, those have clues, Birds have clues as to which fruit are just ripe. When we were young, we used look for fruit which birds tasted. Beautiful poem.