The sea water rose
The eyes of the sky rolled
The chest is cool
New shoots continue to grow
Not all shoots are success
The sky cries with sadness
The storm hurts the wounded sea
Tears welled up in his eyes
Chest is cool
New dreams are sprouted
Not all shoots are success
The earth cries with sadness
The water from the fountain comes out
The water of suffering flows through the river
Wet is the nature of life
You and I suffer and get wet again and again
—Mashiur Rahman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem