Shameless wind stripped the tree,
Leaves have fallen, stood she nude,
On bare barren land, with evil decree;
Autumnal humanity with awful dude
Nightingale sung silently far, the agony,
Of the tree with painful throat; heard,
Sky wept and frozen on her balcony,
Birds covered her and made eyes blurred,
Ah! Heavenly shroud she wore with proud,
Like a gifted shawl and cursed the ugly wind,
Unheard whisper, heard by wandering cloud,
I was trapped by thunder of my mind,
O men! , O wind! Save women, save chastity,
Fear with the wrath, we are the heaven's entity,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem for a cause! beautifully crafted!