Beneath the apple tree,
In the month of March,
I laid on the virgin grass,
The site there was like that of a wrasse.
I gazed through the bare boughs.
The clear blue sky was what I could see.
Its dazzling beauty refined my thought,
And it reminded me of my Lord.
The Warden of the whole cosmos,
And Warden of the Garden of Eden.
Where Adam & Eve lived their life,
In glee, in gaiety and in no strife.
Suddenly a pigeon flock caught my eye,
Which flew over the same lone tree.
Though they soon betrayed my sight,
And aroused in me a strange fright.
But what didn't betray me was the tree,
Which stood lonely and reminded me,
Of the human nature which it could believe,
'So selfish...So fraud', it told me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'So selfish...So fraud', it told me... truth... Great write... Vikrant