Pinned to serrated leaves
The frayed butterflies love
Staring at the grass hoppers
The clutter of lawn mower brews
A dirge in landlord's mind
As he climbs the pipe
To seal the leakage….
Flowers smile
With their faces down
Watching the worms pushing
Themselves up the stems
They vanish in the beaks
Of brown sparrows
Whose eyes are like dew drops…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers beautifully smile with own faces in shyness and reflect greater beauty ever. Brown sparrows drop the dew in the way. This poem is very amazingly penned.