Dark clouds wander in the sky,
The whistling breeze make the clouds shy,
The heaven's taps are open
Quienching the earth's thirst,
The proud peacock displays it's colors.
The trees dance wildly,
At the beat of cuckoo's melody
A bolt of lightning lightens up the sky!
At the drums of the rumbling thunder,
The people are blissed and happy,
As the rainy monsoon arrives again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked your poem....it's nice...keep writing...bye...