Hung from weak stem this blows horn,
Wilde white flower has opened petals,
Pollens are flown as wind has blown,
In this highway tender journey is seen.
For alert flower blows horn in interval,
Highway looks very much dreamy again,
Water falling from leaves washes motion,
Emotion is merged with devotion for light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem