I need
The morning breeze
The buds and the flowers
The simmering dew drops
The melody of the stream
The whispering of lasses
The temple bells chiming
Tearing through the air
The swinging of boughs
Laden with fresh leaves
The tall grasses bowing
Down to kiss the ground
To feel I am walking
Through the present in the
Surest way and living my
Life as the most fortunate
Soul among all living beings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Anil : ) Top marks and to my favourites x