On the green lawn
dew drops were not shining
as white as they used to shine
but were shining in golden yellow
with the grace of the rays of the morning sun
and vanished in a moment bidding final good bye !
Though the spectacle of your golden sparkle was brief
oh dew drops your momentary yellow glory
is still green in my memory and poetry !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem