Haiku
Under the bright sky
beggar waits for bread for long.
The rich enjoy life.
Walking through rough ways
the farmer plods towards home
to feel homely pain.
Rain coming through pores
of roof flooding doorless room
tells poor man’s tale.
The boatman sailing
through the sea to reach island
defines struggle of life.
Mercy, the garland
of God facing rage of time
finds no place to exist.
Loveful feeling lasts
as she meets her fatal death.
A new love is born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............beautiful collection...very nice ★