The waterfall pours
through the mill's
waterwheels
turning them as
with river music
they peel.
Flow into green leaves
sunrays ultraviolet
as they easily keep
spinning new violets.
Every spine
streams with shakti divine
each action weaves
unique kismet designs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They peel. Nice piece of work.