Always blowing away with the wind
Did you get a hint
Who I am?
Started my journey from the hand of Sam*
Without a clue where going
Moving without bowing
To anyone in way
You all say
That a bad habbit
On my journey I sometimes see a rabbit
Do you know who I am?
I am only a poor dried up leaf!
*Sam is the boy who picked the leaf and let go of it when the wind was blowing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem