"If Winter Comes..." Poem by dipak adhya

The most friendly companion of mine
Is my garden
In the mornig when I get up
It greets me with ever green laughing
The yellow sunlight catches its fragrance
I feel
How much trifle am I.

Oh Nature! Oh my green surrounding!
You never let me down!
And I remain your earnest lover ever!

Now December is approaching
The mild cold wind from the north
Tells me, let you remain indoors
And in fear of cold
I keep away from her.

A few days passed
Suddenly I noticed in one early hours
My garden has wept all night long.

Oh! A subtle pain pierces me
I feel myself, what a selfish guy am I!
With a morbid-heart
I asked them to pardon me;
I softly touched on the hides, on the leaves
As if a kiss on petal-lips
I felt all the branches trembled
All the leaves swayed themselves
I twitched my ears
And a faint-song is heard
"If winter comes...if winter comes..."