I am under a tree
Feeling alone
Whistling a sadistic song
And There is me and no one.
A ripen leaf is falling down
Slowly, So slowly
But I did not care it.
So it landed pitifully
it landed miserably friends
And it landed miserably.
A yellowed leaf Or old
That made me ponder a long
' Why people hate the old ones'
And i shout to say wrong.
And I shout to say wrong friends
And I shout to say wrong.
None is there
Alone is I or The leaf
And for our silent feelings
Everyone is deaf.
So I pick up the leaf
And see
It is faded
As the love of me.
We two with broken hearts
Sorry friends, now busy in flirts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good thought. Kindly avoid contradiction in the second stanza.Really you followed the course of falling leaf.No? Sweet write.Edit, please.