morning glory - what
a colourful, delicate,
quiet and humble outing
at the first shine of day!
transience adds a soft and
subtle touch to its layers of beauty
today is a dance in fragrant,
luscious and wondrous suits
tomorrow is but a round of
withered selves making their exit
as gracefully as they had stepped onto
the recuperative glare of the finest hours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem