- - - - spring - - -
In this pleasant, vivid and colourful days and spring's painful indolence my mind sails again for unknown love.
Nature's call for inactive celebration and silence profound doth usher a meek symphonious agitation in my delighted self.
Bygone dream for life's journey to unknown bosom spreads again and wild imitation of fleeting glimpses doth hold onto my mind.
Boyish love asserts again to live the fullest.
Thy wild eyes full of love for me again cajoles a thrilling, new temptation to die to ashes-
a phantom of my past self.
Will I go to those silent bowers again to meet my dream,
The place where my childhood love's promises art sealed under debris.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem