I reach for the sun pushing
my arms from under the soil, and climbing for the sky.
The rain falls and the the winds blow by. But
everyday it's the sun that helps me grow.
These limbs won't stop reaching,
no matter how far the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I get a different taste from your poems......more akin to Indian poetry, Indian tthinking, the metaphors, similies used are very much Indian.............Very deep, touching and philosophical........10++++++++