Blowing over thick-headed mountain peaks
Throwing their make-ups in to bits 'n pieces
Swaying the hard wood emerald wigs
Like in a parading platoon, in green outfits
Coming right in front, like whip crackers
in the procession, the forerunner mobs
Down-pour to follow, was the bitter news
in heart and mind, besieged, big 'n smalls,
From snowy cranes to ebony crows
Borrow dwelled mouse to roaming jumbos
Baffled fauna, in gross disarray, worst
Raged monster, disappeared in minutes
Mum squirrel, besieged amidst the mayhem
Sadly watched her nest being blown away
Ran up and down, as if begging for help
From up, she sniffed the nest, now in pieces
Squirrel, showing no rage, nor hatred, nor grief
Blamed none, for what lies there on ground
Taking bit by bit, remnants, in her mouth
Persevering she, started rebuilding all over
Mountain peaks are really very amazing. When wind blows and storm hits their peaks mountains remain in courage and face the obstacles. Mum squirrel sadly watches her washed away nest and gets sadness. With hope again she starts rebuilding her nest. An interesting poem on nature about joy and grief is excellently penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jayatissa, such a brilliant poem..10+++
Thank you Bernard for the comment and vote