Returning from my morning walk
Jacaranda bloom me love locked
From a distance it caught my soul
Purple hue my mind clean bowled
With it now my soul entwined
Its pure glee captured my mind
Walking fast I soon reached there
Stood there for long at it I stared
Like Jacaranda I had shed leaves
Bliss was now my mind's creed
Thoughts just crisscrossed my mind
It made me just reason blind
In worship it showered its flowers
I just bowed to its flower power
Life is not for power and pelf
For bliss surrender ego of self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most beautiful poem my friend.