Roadside STOP sign is for literates.
They should stop to chase time,
look, and breathe and be with self,
before they press the throttles again.
But in a park the sign says,
hold on plucking the vibrant flowers,
avoid walking on soft grass,
halt for a minute to sip the beauty.
Illiterates like flowers and bees,
and light or air or rain, moonbeam,
need not pay any heed to it
They shape the beauty and paint the nature.
The sign also speaks to others,
the need for leisure in hectic life,
rest fills heart with crystal air,
renews energy and extends life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem and a very nice read, I'm glad that I stop(ped) to read it.