Slapped flowers yearn for fragrance of its own; enduring the exploitation of its mother-soil.......
Water often rapes the budslure for beauty and being.....
The leaves and thorns dumb and deaf as usual..
The pimp Sun rays everyday naked with pompous greatness....
Once rain comes to perish with delicate cruelty
and you can find it all in earnest and loyalty...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poetry, Vijay Indushokai. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.