Hey ye sun,
I am your son,
I rain, rain and rain,
Hover over vales and hills,
Look for thirsty,
Lake and land;
Freshen ambiance,
By quenching athirst,
Ye seek moist,
From lake and sea,
Give me birth,
as a foggy murk;
Dense as black hole;
Your warmth,
moist my heart;
Wets me by emotional touch,
Tear drops shower earth;
When thine glittering rays,
Touch my soul;
My emotion rises high,
Radiates seven colours of arch;
Allures to live,
in colourful of love;
© Sadashivan Nair
Nature gives us sustenance and we should try to preserve it. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice.Nature gives us sustenance and we should try to preserve it. Thanks for sharing.