The sun is almost risen..
He put a shirt which was dirty and had patches on it..
He put a scarf around his neck..
He peeked at the cover page of a book, and he picked it and place it in the bag..
He put a lunchbox in it..
Took a scourge from the hook..
He walk out the home..
Suddenly,
He stopped as if he forgot something..
He scrambled and came back in moments..
All lambs are bleating to go out of the hedge..
He opened the door and all lambs running here and there..
He took them on the track..
As he travelled some of miles, he set on a rock besides the lake..
There was no other sounds rather than nature and its creations!
Geese were babbling..
Beetles were droning..
Crickets were chirping..
He is throwing stones in the water..
He enjoyed the ripples for hours..
The splash was making the dulcet sounds.! !
He walked to a tree..
He set there.. He always used to sit there..
He had lunch there..
He read the book for hours..
He put that book aside and gawking the trunk of that tree..
Something has written or it may wounds there on trunk..
His mind dislodged somewhere far in the past..
Few minutes of silences passed by..
He tried to escape from thoughts..
He coddled the trunk as if he know that tree from ages! !
He kissed the trunk and hugged it..
He took a flute from the bag..
He started to play some doleful melodies..
And everything, every elements of nature has been fallen between cracks..! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Utsav. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.