Let’s open our soul’s gate, ,
For the season which we always wait …..
Let the weather conditions again prevail, ,
So that the people could again hail….
Here comes the monsoon with striking thunder, ,
Like a savior as I wonder…..
Hear the loudness six times’ seven, ,
As is there’s a terrifying war in heaven…..
“Tip! Tip! ” strikes the raindrops, ,
My heart comes out and joyfully pops! ! ....
Dance like a peacock spreading thy wings, ,
With the endless joy to the soul that clings…..
Lastly, I say, its not just water, ,
Think again, it’s God’s daughter! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
well a good poem :) invite you to read my poems