Bluish white haze lingered
On old house roofs proclaiming
Dawn's majesty blended with
The sweet scent of chill petals!
Full dew drops perched still
On dense green leaves with
Their tiny crowns; the reflections
Of tender Sun and shivering blooms.
The morning zephyr kept taunting
Virgin blooms, who blushed
And giggled while green leaves
Had misgivings deep within.
What on earth does not contain
A message for thinking men,
As seasons have their music
That define human destiny too!
Bounded are both living and non
With specific collective missions,
As Morning, Noon and Evenings
Setting human moods and thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem