As on a tree of moments
Inhaled, blossomy
We, back through time, in gazing
Sigh what fled, blowy.
There it is, in a nutshell
Our life; its highlights.
Yet as such, of many springs
Scent future delights!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem...many congratulations dear poet
Thanks Dillip