Here I have come again by the order
And I see a lot out of work.
I am so sorry and I would like to help you
As much as I can.
I pluck all withered leaves from the unhappy trees
And provide you much sweeping jobs.
The sleepy factories, they have to double up their productions.(Rakes, Brooms and required tools.)
Certainly they recruit people.
But please do not blame me
As I am bit warmer than earlier.
* To my deceased poor Mom!
Autumn reminds me her wrinkles and Dark-Circled eyes.
Your mother deserves an autumn tribute.10 for her and ten for you. Warm regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
Your addendum is particularly poignant Nimal. And the way you personify this most beautiful of seasons in your unique and quirky way. Delightful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥