Even when the days appear to be stronger
With the sunlight falling straight
And it getting hotter,
The coloured flowers keep us cheering
Even when bouts with summer
Ruffling it all
With heat and dust
In late spring.
The simuls with red-red flowers,
The palash with clusters,
The gulmohars yet to show the spectacle
Even during the hot sensation,
The kanchanars in full swing
With the violet colour scented flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem