Author Dina Nath Nadim The topmost branch of a tree trembled in the early morning and saw its shadow on the ground. It looked towards the sky but fell in love with the earth. A wind shook the tree; it lapped the pain. [Translated by Arvind Gigoo] Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments