And that world beyond the closed glass window,
where sun shines gold on old new leaves of droopy branches,
in a world of silent still moments,
like your droopy eyelids,
shadows of both untraceable,
but fragrance of whose flowers present in vehemence,
far from the dirt dust of earth
stirring the mind and soul,
yet tantalising due to the closed window,
yet stimulating when in orchard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Upendra, such a brilliant poem👍👍👍