In the field of tulips and cut grass
As I tread softly through the memory lane
Childhood hugs me and adulthood brings shinning stars
In midst of smiles, I still feel some open scars!
Hatred took away all the things
A dove is left without its wings
Again spring is here
Whispering fragrance of birds is still in air
Which science forgot to take
And here I am trying not to break!
A far echo from the sea
Crying to be heard just like me
But quiet is nature
Who itself is going thru torture
By mankind who are cutting trees
May be this will get them money
But will money buy them peace?
For peace is green in the trees
Peace is untroubled waters and unpolluted breeze
It lies in the silence sky of mind
Sincerely I hope, one day we all will find!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice appeal