Gudkov* has finally drove home
To wait for me and welcome
She expects natural changes
In its originality with all the ranges,
She knows about its impact for sure
Those changes are indicators of future
Seasons may change and bring festivals
Something new to enjoy with its arrivals
Has it really been the one season?
We could have found no reasons
To rejoice and feel bad in emotions
As it reflects no more relation
The static flow with same water
Nothing to think about and alter
Bring in about lovely changes
And beautifully plan to enjoy and imprint on page
Round the year there are occurrences
For nature and human with so many instance
Flowers to be seen in abundance with colors
To remind us of originality with pride and honor
Seasons may come and go
But I have nothing in mind to forgo
Remember all lovely moments to rejoice
Count it with joy as full of promise
I wish her not to fool around
But search for me to be found
Embrace each other in nature's presence
I compose poem in her honor hence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gudkov* has finally drove home To wait for me and welcome She expects natural changes In its originality with all the ranges,