The beetles in the rare flower
Were lethargic at work power
The war within each in cease!
The winds were down to gentle breeze
The flying butterfly spoke wordless of tranquillity
Long forgotten; to be dug up with persistence
Amidst the long lost lounge in nature; it's antiquity
A relic of nature in classic exquisite display
Surround in weird silence...
As if it a unanimous preference…….
The peace in hearts in awe
As photographed to treasure away
For memory's enclave
Took the courtesy of all eyes
With the grace of charming spice
The half smile of ease
The acceptance of facts; please! ! !
Man’s quest awarded
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem