My daughter is a good artist!
She has learnt and experienced to draw the pictures
by joining the lines and colorful paints;
While she draws the birds,
she draws the wide sky and the fruity trees
for the birds to sit and rest;
The water never dries up
in the rivers and the lakes
she draws;
While she draws the water-birds,
she draws the fish too and makes these
to swim into the water;
While she plans to draw the scenarios of the lands,
after painting the green fields of grass,
she draws the cattle and makes them to graze;
The black clouds she drew turned in to shower a heavy rain,
all get drenched, but she didn't draw to give umbrella
in anybody's hands!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem