It is Spring
And the world is a bride.
It is Winter
And the world is her enchanted kiss.
It is Autmn
And the world is a sleeping beauty.
It is Monsoon
And the world is her melodious music.
It is summer
And the world is her stringless violin!
21/05/1986.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem