Should I write or enjoy my sleep with dream,
Leap like a deer or have a ghostly scream
More I loved, more I got hurt, knew not why?
I am weighed always, as a fool, bottom to high
Here, sky obscured, no rain and there rained
Merrily without cloud, while basking in the sun.
Mysterious highway of life, one way with U turn,
Origin to end from the darken world, we chained.
Unfurled from the cove world, with cry hurled, he
Like autumn and hugged by spring with love- hope
A butterfly, a flower, a follower, with a tied cope
He enjoys the longest spring, less autumn, you see
For me, my spring, in sight, is over, autumn hover
My poetry! My dream! Springs soul; my eased bower
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
spring with love, I like it, thanks.