She bounteously blows
on the transcient, uncared for,
Slender bunch Of
Grass and steep;
Touches the quay
In a gentler mood,
dives beneath a stone,
attempts a nobler
whiff of violet flower,
my car stops, cannot
steer for the windscreen
blurred and besmeared,
for it is a massive toll.
Beneath the vast umbrella,
She comes and goes,
Sweeps and recedes,
Whoever can check her?
We all can only bear her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good one................ liked it.