Spring will come
Winter is pinching.
Everyone is trying to manage against severe cold.
Still we are looking forward towards the spring season.
Buds will smile,
Flowers will say bye-bye.
Children will play joyfully.
Colourful birds will start chirping in my courtyard.
Now there is a pin drop-silence in the garden.
Only old people are sitting here and there
To have warmness with the Sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem