Blowing swift and tender with a beguiling art,
Seduces the wind one silly calotropis seed
Her hairy tufts lift her lightweighted self
Buoyant she be as a flying bird.
Confidence she gained that she could fly?
Alas, it was but a mere trick of he, the wind!
Swings does she in his charismatic force,
Thus he dallys with the naive little seed.
Feeding her with such futile hopes.
Lifting her minute self floating to his tune.
Elated she be, in an experience new
Drift she desires in those fluffy whites.
Higher and higher there she goes
Drop, she comes down in suddeness, swift!
Wind has left her abandoned on road
Motionless she lies on the street
Waiting for wind to take her again
In riding the crests and troughs same
Collects my pupil indiscrimately all
the poor plight of a lost Calotropis seed
Related I feel to this little seed
Lost and wasted I wait here alone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful allegorical and subtle poem...done very well...conveys the underlying ideas very well cheers