Dry leaves & the stone
It was the autumn.
Dry leaves were running here and there.
Sometimes later, they stopped on the mercy of the wind.
But the stone didn't do so.
Later, I used that piece of stone to keep away to a barking dog.
Now, it is upon you
To play your life just like the dry leaves or
as strong & powerful stone like that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem