the sunshine and the zephyr
imbued with a sweet scent
cascades gushing with water
and the fields flooded with green paint
the monotone of my footsteps
and the maiden in my memories
the merriment of the gypsies
and the hymns of the untold stories
I reach the acropolis swarming
with flowers that swayed with pride
but on a barren lonesome hill
a little daffodil stood alone aside
one little daffodil on a barren hilltop
with a few leaves to shed
and fewer petals to fall
I asked him ‘dear daffodil
Why you stand alone when rest
dance together with joy and glee?
Is it your vanity to stand by yourself?
which hinders you to join this spree
daffodil told me
‘just like the sun has to walk alone leaving
the company of stars and the moon
to spread light all over the world
I have to stay here and bloom
till I die for then I can
scatter my seeds on this bleak mound
to make it green once again ’
