A wind blew high
Upto the shore of the earth
Giving birth
To a cyclone
He felt something similar
In that air unknown
The cyclone
Inside him
Was lone
Like a coconut bud cone
He wished to make a race
At its face
But hid himself
Inside his painful case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice idea and lovely short poem. I prefer short poems as the readers don't have time to read long poems.