Dark night has fallen in a mid-day
The breezing sound is coming from the bay
The thunder and lightning I see and hear
The birds close their eyes with a lot of fear..! ! !
I see the trees falling from life
The birds sharp themselves, as sharp as a knife
They don't think of themselves but of nature
By seeing their deeds my heart feels pleasure..! ! !
Alas..! the trees are fallen but the nature is saved
The evil has been closed in a dark cave
By seeing this nature other things get vacant
My eye feels pleasure my heart remains silent..! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm...I happen to be one of those crazy people who love a wild mid-afternoon thunderstorm when day suddenly darkens to night. Gets the blood pumping!