Breeze translates the silence of the gusty forest in Indian oak branch,
Aquatic colors die and fade in the pupil of eyes.
Confused idol lies in the flames of extinguishing light in pathetic temple.
Then what happened today in the dead forest of the mating season?
Not desirable, not desirable forever in the lake of sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breeze translates the silence of gusty forest.....beautiful lines with fine poetic expression Reza ji......Top score
Lot of Thanks.
Lot of thanks Geeta ji. Have a real good time.