See and ponder as you may,
As seasons changed,
The Chinar leaves slowly turns golden red,
To fall weightlessly with each passing breeze,
Resting among the brown blades of grass,
Trampled and forgotten,
But come April rain…
the fresh green grass will be celebrated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, there's a nice tempo and wisps of nature to it. Thanks for sharing.