I am a pity tree of Wild forest Experienced many seasons of my past.
Some gifts me leaves and flowers
Some gifts me light and Water.
I enjoyed my life with full of relish
Believing all these partial things.
They looked like as my owns of own.
And Wore me a beautiful fake crown.
When the season of Storm came with a fury hurricane.
All the leaves laughed and left me alone.
All the flowers droped down and made me a skeleton.
The very trusted roots also left the bootom.
Alone admited the pain and frustration.
In this Wild forest, I remained alone.
Mahesh kumar Mahapatra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Mahesh Kumar.Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.