Dried, withered leaves
That are being crushed
Ruthlessly
Under feet of passers-by
Were ornamenting orchard
In Spring season.
People used to relax
Under their dense shade.
RAJNI CHHABRA
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I would like to translate this poem
Proud of your writing dtyle poetess. Rajni di. Your poems remain as echo in reader mind