I saw a drop of water,
Sitting on the leaf of a tree;
Bathing in a ray of morning sun:
It was a thing of beauty.
It took all my woes away
And filled my heart with joy;
It made me wonder like a baby
Looking at his favourite toy.
The time stopped ticking by,
As I could not move my eye;
Forgetful of all things mundane
I looked at it again and again.
Then came a cruel gust of wind
Which blew the drop away
It ended my moments of glee
And killed a thing of beauty..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem