The golden sun glistening and falling upon
Catching the sight somewhere
Of a girl bride
Going to her newly-found home
Seated on a bullock-cart
Crossing the dry river-bed.
The sun flashing upon and photographing
The small-small small-breed cows
And the sheep and goats
Waiting to be brought out
From their sheds
Somewhere in the country.
The lilies pink and white and deep red
Into the marsh and water bodies,
A few bluish
Looking beautiful, catching sight,
Drawing attention
And the white storks and pond herons stalking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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