Birds returning homes
The sun making a last attempt to
Look more beautiful than the moon..
And the stubborn wind brushing past my hair
Blowing to the south...
All are nudging the poet in me to write something..
But...
Today, I too have to go
Far away
On a path
I scarcely know..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well you already did and it was wonderful.