In the green hill I Wander
A stormy night of winter
Betting Cold with thunder
I can not but wonder
I enjoy the green beauty of nature
I enjoy the wrought of nature.
I planed spending a night with her
I wanted to share my pain to her
In a moonlit night with nature
I looked back in my past
How lovely I was!
Now I am in a remote hill Storm.
A moonlit night, a Storm of life
I enjoyed both at a time
Alone survive terrible romantic
I asked myself, Am I really alone?
Or is in World every one alone?
I notice animals moving haphazard
At one stage a few foxes attacked me
But the wonder is not for killing
But for save me from a big tree
Which is uprooted by strong wind.
Sometimes enemy can be friend
Sometimes friend turns enemy.
All is for not selfish mind.
Poets gives definition of pure love
But love never be defined
As love is nothing but many things
I found the life also nothing
But to live we have to find meaning
Actually life is not a moonlit light.
But a terrible stormy night.
After a long I took rest under a tree
Thousands hands and thousands color
And still shedding, still giving art of life.
I feel safe and sound with joy profound,
I look her round and round.
It seems I know her from a long year
I fall in love with her A tree of thousands year.
For Thousands years for a thousands one,
Gets the blessing of her for Thousands year.
Going on I and my beloved aged thousands year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem