I was one of the flowers in my plant.
I was blooms with fragrant.
The bugs took honeys from me.
The leaves are our delights.
A beautiful bird pecked my heart.
My tears bleeding as blood.
The pleasant breeze disastrous me.
The leaves are falls in my life.
The beautiful rain now as needle.
My fragrant departure with me.
So stalks, abandon me.
A huge leg of thunder treads on me.
The petal squeeze by others.
The Sun is incremate me.
I can't strive.
Without my plant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful bird pecked my heart. My tears bleeding as blood. a great imagination..... seeing yourself as the plant and the flower. thank you dear poet. Are you from Tamil nadu?