our rose vines are growing, and their clawed, knotted fingers scratch against the dirt.
the trees stand strong and tall like ships in a sea of green grass.
there’s a fly buzzing around here somewhere,
but i don’t want to kill it.
man kills so many things without reason.
the sun hangs like an ornament in the sky
in celebration of spring –
it warms my face like a blanket
and the birds sing its praise from morning till dusk.
i just look at this beautiful world around me
and wonder how people can be so sad.
'i just look at this beautiful world around me and wonder how people can be so sad.' Nice and lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you, Ashraful. :)