In the wind of the spring
I feel happy like a little child
I take the wind in my face and
Hair and go euphoric and wild
I run and roll in dew soaked
Green grasses of the meadows
Till dusk falls across the land
With its long and dark shadows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mind and its multiple lives. Nice rhyming couplets Anil. Liked