Curry leaves.
There is one tree
Near to my fence
With many foliage
Called tree of curry
Many folks around
On their free will
Seize some petals
For aroma of curry
Corona appeared
Many dishes disappeared
Now petals non carry
Non cooking no curry
Just before day last
One lass appeared
Asked for some
Petals for curry
Oh, that's a good sign
It made me happy
There will be supper
Somewhere some kitchen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting picture emerges from a gloomy background. Thank you Curry Leaves and Mr De Silva.