I am tired
after my day,
an early start and a late end
and drivers all tense and impatient;
I drive into the suburb
and a bird flies before me a while
through the cool air round
and a butterfly hops playfully on my right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how nice it would be..........really you have penned well in brief note.....