Wind dances here with
Her chilled veil.
From here one may enjoy,
The beauty of the hills around.
The picturesque scenery
Catches the spellbound eyes.
Tourists of different countries
Come here to drown them into
The sea of wind.
I asked one its name.
'Batasia Loop' he said,
Then a cloud riding on wind,
Touched my hair
and drenched my fatigued face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cloud riding on wind describes me well! Flowers and peaches are my smell! Ha Ha Ha! Loved your poem!