A solitary dropp of ink on a piece of paper
Took diverging paths..
Got guided by the wind I blew
From my untrained mouth, to create..
A skeleton of a tree..
Branching beyond my imagination..
Trunk to branch..branch to the twig
Till the ink dropp could move no more
Dried leaves rustled beneath my feet
The morning mist kissed by the gelid breeze
Writes a foreword to an awaited winter's tale
The Sun soothingly wraps my soul
Obscured by the solstice clouds
Both seeming to forget it's past harshness
While a solitary silent tear, flows like an unseen stream
From countless eyes, without a trace
Unheard, unnoticed and unseen
Converging to an ocean of unknown reasoning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem