A.P.J.Abdul Kalam at the Rashtrapati Bhavan
In his thinking hut
And marking the aroma and flavor
Of spring
In its florid beauty and sweet redolence.
The President taking a stroll,
The bachelor President,
Single,
Strolling and talking to flowers,
Flowers of multi-hues blooming
And spreading sweet redolence.
Ruminating and reminiscing seated on a sofa
And writing books,
Gathering thoughts and ideas
For the books to be written
For the younger developing minds,
Hearts and souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem