The rain raps
On my humble roof
Making a lot of noise
That wakes up
The sleeping gecko
Which has found refuge
In a crack on the wall.
The noise would
Have been a lullaby
To an innocent kid
Inebriate with sleep
But there is no kid here
Only this dumb poet
Lost in thoughts.
A perfect cover
The noise would be
If the springs of
my rickety bed
were exercised
by me and ………
let it go on
and water what
the farmers have sowed.
In due season
We’ll bid hunger goodbye
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I would like to translate this poem
let it go on and water what the farmers have sowed. In due season We’ll bid hunger goodbye..........................discomfort to few but happiness to millions as rain God is merciless otherwise driving millions to starvation and hunger.... beautiful poem....10 read mine...rain delay...rain has come.... merci, o rainGod.... colour