Wind gently kissing the trees
Above me Sun is shining
Cold is the gentle breeze
As I look out from bed lying.
The lonely Sun moves gently
Passing some chronic thoughts.
Reminds me of Life's journey
Though I did that a lots.
Day passes idly, comes the moon,
She comes in thought like cronic cancer
Fear I, will she vanish soon?
I console my heart and say 'No' answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem