Yesterday and today are the same,
When a butterfly not knowing of shame,
Yesterday was beautiful with fragrant blooms,
Touching the wistful buds with a paint brush,
Tingling hover glass up dispersing minutes very quick,
Floating in the air with caught hold of a hot air balloon,
Yesterday was too pretty to forget,
Even the mid afternoon was very pleasant,
The cold breeze never needed a jacket,
The people were ashamed that they could,
Not be that happy and bold as me,
Today is very different, not the same,
As a human, experiences make me sane and insane.
Yesterday and today are the same,
When a butterfly not knowing of shame,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely Poem with great imagery, Veeraiah