Something was going on
Seen from my blurred eyes
Strata of many ages
In segmentation they chaired
Debate was going on
Topic was Love
Each stratum defined love
According to their age
I stood a little far from them
Alone..
One of them noticed me
And called, went near to them
For them I was new
Among them offered me to say
Something about Love
I told them
All defined love according to taste
That is the best
I’ll tell the rest
Love is like a tree
Worry free
Root, trunk leaves.flower
Fruits and the birds that sing
Travelers that seat and rest and breathe
As we are sitting now
The breeze they play with trees
In fact
Love is everywhere
From root to soot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Aftab love is everywhere, beautiful poem