I love the blue colour
blue sky, blue lagoon
blue bird, blue peacock
blue pen, blue ink
And the woman in blue dress.
Once, I purchased a sapling
Of blue rose costing one thousand rupee
It gave many flowers at my residence
But became vanished one night
Along with its clay-pot.
I always try to touch the blue
Try to come closer to it
But the blue always maintains a distance
It gives a sweet feeling
And vanishes like my blue rose plant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem