White pebbles on lonely road
Looking snow with sunny glow,
Roots of tree, earth beneath
Gather strength to withstand blow.
Dry branch of flowering tree
If planted with bare self
Can manifest the lifes spirit
With tender leaves looking like elf.
Love of beloved
Short lived frost in winter morn
Withers on suns starting gleam,
Dissolves fast with her mature form.
Games of childhood with madding passion
Fall after one another like winter leaves,
New games of youth and old with joy and grief
Run apace towards oceanic deaths uncertain cliff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem