Offer me not in temples
worship me not with gods
pluck me not and kill
let me wither on the branch itself
fading away, won’t die still.
Living in seeds
will sprout again
under the heaps
transmigrating into buds
then to flowers
spreading fragrance
all round and everywhere.
(2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem of admiring and smelling these beautiful living things instead of killing them off for our own gratification? ...........superbly written
Thanks dear poet for your lovely and encouraging comment. Happy reading and writing.