The vaantiful
A tree bloomed with tiny white
Is a common sight
Beside our village path
But like a dull guy
Often I look at them
With curious eye
For its unparalleled beauty & fragrance
I realise
The Spring is come
And gladness overflows my heart
It is the Vaantiful
You may call it Pastoral Eglantine
But to me it is the hailer
For whom waits to come the Spring!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem