I see
Pleasant breeze is blowing,
The little tree
And its green leaves are swinging
With true joy and pleasure,
They are smiling sweetly
And inviting me wholeheartedly,
I run towards them
Like a little child
And hug the little tree and its beautiful leaves
With great emotion and excitement,
They try hard to say me something,
But in vain,
After a while I realise
They are completely dumb,
Tears come in my eyes
And extreme grief pervades my poetic domain,
Soon my pleasure disappears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem