Spring reigns in the blue firmament,
Nature looks perfectly glorious,
My beloved bard becomes covetous
To write wonderful poetry about the azure sky.
So he begins to write and proceeds with great ease
With his powerful wings;
Then it happens.....
The refined poet faces the stark reality,
He hears the guns are booming fiercely,
The war has broken out,
The celestial sky looks in complete disarray,
My dearest bard screams and stops writing,
He closes his eyes in terrible fear and anxiety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My beloved bard becomes covetous To write wonderful poetry about the azure sky. So he begins to write and proceeds with great ease.. wings, disarray, skies, , so many images that well up from your dear heart. you become very poetic dear Anjan. love reading u. tony