The flowers bloom for me
To make me happy when I go out
For a walk in the morning
The bees hum for me
And to please me the butterflies
Perch on the creepers and swing
My heart overflows with love
When she comes to the garden
With her unkempt hair hanging loose
I sit down to pen down
Poems under the swaying boughs
The earth becomes my muse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem