the earth smiles,
after a shower of rain
youthful blossoms,
of fragrant flowers bloom.
young leaves shine,
coyly, blunder and nudge
dripping themselves, in
the drizzling rain.
the chakore looks
for its mate,
in every tree,
the time for love,
has come to stay!
but, empty is my heart
empty are your words.
without life,
are the colour of dream.
without telling, the dreams
vanishes faraway,
from the land of sleep.
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I would like to translate this poem
hmm...interesting....a different emotion.... the hurt portrayed beautifully, thank you.