Drops of water reveal as
A silent rhym is running
Grain of sand enchanting happily
Tiny creature comming out sprightly
Wind blowing down with roar
Sky covered with dark clouds
There seems a oasis far away
Some kids enjoying a muddy play
Desert is saturated thus but,
It always remain thirsty for quench
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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