Like a new leaf that opened
Silently unseen, in hue of pleasant green
Touched by impish breeze
Swaying to lose the crease
She wakes by the sleeping folk
Stirred, shaken a tear had broke
With edge of her robe she wipes it dry
No one knew what made her cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title of this is great It would have been mundane to have used the word 'mystery'. And the poem itself is lovely; it has a simplicity on one level but the final line throws the reader onto another plane. A wonderful poem seema.