Bunch of flowers
It was an early foggy morning.
The sun was peeping behind the fog like a bride.
Crown of snow was on the head of the hill
Pine trees were looking like the ice-cream sticks mix with green and white colors.
It was a small town in the valley.
Some small school children were going in the Rickshaw.
They were looking like a bunch of flower in their colorful dresses.
Their rickshaw was looking like a clay pot on the black road.
Whole scenario was looking like a heaven on the earth
Which was looking like a bunch of flowers?
Their beautiful bags were growing their beauty.
Rickshaw was looking like a clay pot on the black road.
Whole scenario on the piece of the road was like a garden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem