Either at will or not,
But it comes…
Can't the time erase
The memory of bygone spring?
The spring breeze can pass
Even through silly shutter holes;
Can make a necked tree to bloom;
Ignites red cotton and beautae
It makes cuckoos- vocal
With sentimental songs….
The memory effect brings only
An air of melancholy
For a human.
Dated: 01-03-2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem