Spring wrote poems
To the horizon`s core
But who hath the time
To admire her lore?
Rain laboured hard
To decorate the sky
But who hath the time
To put there an eye?
Holding one`s hands
Is love`s formality
But who hath the time
To love whole hearty?
Happiness knocking
The doors at random
But who hath the time
To greet her in welcome?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Vivek. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.