during those times
we did not mind the passing of time
we watch the leaves falling
and we do not give much significance
leaves fall we keep saying
nothing but a common recurrence
a day to day matter
then one day we see things differently
for every leaf that falls
we also shed a tear
time begins to laugh at us
we who have began to know fear
we who have seen the shortness of the sunset
we who have become
restless no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem