Leaving behind my own thoughts
Believing in my new world
I went along the sideways
That resemble some of my olden days
Sitting beside a big tree
Lifting up my own thoughts
Under a shield of green ring
Adorn with flowers of spring
Breeze from the front way
Freeze me from tip to top
Lawn grass lean to back
Touching tip to tip more quick
As a fine wind blew
Pretty littlpink flowers
Quick, quick dripped the shield
Which made me extreme glad
I thought of my good times
That dripped flowers of joy
Feeling pity on myself, now
Thought I lost everything, how?
As a hard wind blew groaning
Broke some twigs of olden age
It lay there among the ruined leaves
A lot of sorrow, the tree feels
I thought of my bad times
That dripped such twigs of pain
Feeling great on myself, wow!
Thought how better, I am now!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Kavya. Perspective changes though. Thanks for sharing