Never seen before
It was early morning.
Sun was arising from the horizon.
Its red rays were hitting her curling hair & pinkish colored face.
A woolen cap was on her head.
It was brightening like a crown of a fairy.
She was hardly thirteen years old girl,
Grazing her sheep’s on the footpath in the mountain area.
Her eyes were like a dear, looking very beautiful.
Her thin, crimson colored, lips were blooming,
Like the petal of a rose.
She was looking like the queen of fairies on the earth.
I have seen such beautiful girl once in my life.
(From the diary of an Indian)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem