From my house
See I the paths
Leading through the forest,
It has rained too,
And I have to go
Taking the pathway
Leading to,
Diversifying,
But the forest so pleasant,
Landscapic and scenic
Letting me not,
Luring me deep into
With the histories
Of Man, Earth and Time,
Thinking of spending some time
Under the shade of the tree
With none there around
But the jackal as the lone dwellers
Telling the tales of the dark, but lonesome barren forests
Bereft evergreen imagery and wilderness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem