I was seated behind her
and I scribbled this in my
note book with a pencil stub.
'When birds sing different tunes
and flowers bloom in different colours
someone murmurs O it's spring!
And the birds flew away
these flowers wither,
scatter in the wind.........................?
Same persona cries
O it's damn Autumn! '
nimal p.dunuhinga
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem