Our of that window in my house
I watch blushing morning spouse
Spreading her golden yellow life
Helping the world’s daily strife
Little pretty birds fly on wings
A sweet flower smiles and sings
Process of life on the vast stretch
My eyes, thus frequently catch
The sun climbs sky’s mountain
To watch clearly colourful plain
River smiles with thousands teeth
Sparkling the trees’ shade beneath
Everything is same in vaporizing dew
Yet every day it seems to be new
Ages ago my forefathers with craze
Would have watched the same stage
But ages hence I am not so sure
My children would find it secure
Someday a stranger, I know, will come
And alter this sweet, soothing bosom
This beautiful sight will only be found
In the verse I compose with heart profound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem