Once again..after a while
she fold inward
humble, bit shame
trailing with age
looks curious
hairy and spiny
stem is eract in young
sensitive rhythm
splashes of drops
waiting for my stimuli..
.................................!
she stops bleeding
and speeds healing
but.....
burst and closed on being touched
Namaskari..her nick-name
waiting for another sunshine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem