Destiny
A flower was smiling in the garden
along with his family.
He was also smiling on the destiny of the petty green grass.
To which people were crushing by their feet.
But he forgets his destiny.
Will he go to the temple?
Or will he go to the funeral place?
Will he go in the hair of a beautiful girl?
It may be possible that he may be crushed by the feet of any person.
Future is uncertain people can guess it.
Destiny of men is like the destiny of a beautiful flower.
People can guess it.
But they can not decide it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem