The siris tree rises at sky
tall, green, erect and umbrella like,
hundreds of rain drop from sky
accelerated, slanted, right angled and white
mild breeze swing branches all sides
in dozen arms of octopus,
it soothes my mind,
pacify my mind,
and mind of the little boy,
mind of my neighbour guy,
mind of the girl on that window,
who say, sky and sky things
are real secret of joy
sum total of all such joy
will fight war and warcry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem