I would like to see
A thousand flower grow over my breast
Upon the land where I am laid to rest
And thus loudly proclaim to the world
How deeply I loved the blue earth,
Its mountains, its rivers,
Its hills, its plains, its plateaus,
Its forest, its ocean,
Its skies, its opulence -
Its blessings that we call life
Short and colourful like a flower
That germinates on the earthly bower
Gifting us time, our glorious hour!
A beautiful poem with great meaning...Fantastic lines.. Its blessings that we call life Short and colourful like a flower That germinates on the earthly bower Gifting us time, our glorious hour! ......Very true said life is short and colourful like flower. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This really is a great and beautiful poem, Rajesh-ji. Only a true poet can have such love for nature. Blessed be. Thanks for inviting me to read this pleasant melody. (10)