This poem i wrote few years ago, i just found it in my old collection and tried to translated into english
there is a whisper in new breeze
balmy autumn odour is wafted that makes the air sweet
a dreamy ripple is falling in my eyes
there is only immense violet that reflects in the still sky
looking back, i realize im passing a time bridge
many thing passed by, like 16 age that seems doesnt need
listen deeply to childhood rhymth whispering
grass's flavour in the very far field sweetens lazy sky oversleeping
sun drops print flowers on tiny leaves
soft cold of autumn beginning, just enough for a shawl to knit
afternoon rain leaves a sweet sorrow in innocent eyes
a silent window spilled with falling stars and tender moon that are friends of mine every night
what shall i be after childhood rhymth? beautiful sunrise? blue moon? or splendid rainbow?
or may be a wild frai flower in front of winter cold?
after childhood door, can i see land embroided with the sun, sky with seven colors clouds?
i dont remember what name of bridge i passed across
i dont know reason for tears when i realize i have just stepped over childhood
as i pass as i look back, suddenly feel sad ...missing feet as regret
childhood will become deep memory...everytime i touch, every time i look back, there is only soft ligh of candle that reflects everything thats like real,thats like illusory...