Masquerade of changes waltzed in time,
Marquee of the world sang to the chime,
Monotony of a melancholic rhyme.
Once more the summer's heat,
Opened her lips in peat
Only to be kissed by a passionate rain.
Blush and bloom rationed her pain.
Branches wept as she bore fruit
And leaves whispered to the core root
"She had twins! "
A mother bought eggs from the store
Wrapped in a calendar sheet, she bore.
For her children's lunch, after chores.
Life searched for its long lost twin.
Death dreamt of its misunderstood other.
Someone shouted from a distance
"Happy New Year fools! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem