The Spring flowers a plenty
blossomed in that garden in all shades and colors
The wind of the season came and hesitated
What to touch first and what next?
The breeze was in dilemma and was thinking for a while!
Gardener came plucked all the flowers and went away
The breeze turned and looked at!
Only green leaves were left with tn the garden
for the season's indecisive gentler!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem