October, I heard
About you.
What I heard,
I dare to say so
Before all here.
October, the painter
Of time, I know.
What I know
I can express all
For the truth.
October -
The passing phase
Of life,
Full of grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giving way, giving life to winter. Making things possible for what is yet to come. The Painter of Time- -such a brilliant line. I am writing and looking at the changing leaves on the trees in my yard. I am content watching the Painter of Time at work. Brilliant poem, Gajanan.