Piercing the sorrow of hearts,
And freezing them to a corner,
The park get back the spring.
Amid my eyes, a pigeon is doing the job.
Still the weather of today again hopp.
An old leaf seeing up the sky,
Shadows getting amused by her creeple.
Sun hides its mercy for her,
Time has no meaning.
The shadows has imprisoned her.
But the mist questions to me-
'WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO HER? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem