In scorching summer the trees behave like human
They call by their shadow made with the sun
And the leaves
And the petals
And the wind
And the summer-cool freshness
A traveler rests a little while
On the grassy bed
Before his long journey
L e a v e f a l l ......
All on a sudden he remembers his mother’s adorned hands
In a sweet reverie he can feel her warm touch
And discovers him
On her lap
Where the whole universe rests
Lovely poem, filled with love and passion amidst tribulations! A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned sir...............