How easy is born a paradise
Decked with many flavors and many hues
Spellbound as if of a waterhole
In arid and up in a tree an apple
Chased times through thick and thin
Transported by the moon and the sun
Oh! Nearer got it I, yet flits away a little, a little
Like a butterfly from flower to flower in a sky still
So very true. It takes perseverance and strength and unceasing prayers to make them materialized. And despite we have those efforts, still they are so elusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem so well expressed and rightly said. Great imagery. Liked the closure line. To my favorites.