It is all raining,
All raining all night,
All raining with the wind,
All raining with rising sun,
All raining all days,
All raining and
Pussy cat is crying.
It is all crying
Pussy black cat,
I know not
What for all that.
And I know not
Who is where and when,
Now and then.
Now and then,
It rains.
And it is all raining,
And raining.
In daily newspaper,
In election propaganda,
And with running horse.
With running horse
We all watch
The derailed train,
And we count
The dead and wounded.
And we watch time bomb blast
In the moonlit night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent poem, sir Gajanan...10+++++++++