Listening to the chugging of the boat we are on, going
through the backwaters of Kerala, an occasional fish
jumping out of the water.
Houses, bungalows, grass huts standing on edges of the
water, different types, styles and colors all simply
made.
Green water like emeralds, rippling just below the boat,
looking down into them, watching rays of sunshine making
them sparkle like green diamonds.
Palm trees filled with coconuts, wondering how they stay
so long without falling, green trees, leaves filled with
the beauty of nature.
Many different varieties all together making up the land-
scape, bringing it alive in this mere poet's mind as I
relax, listen to music and write while looking at it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem