Dark clouds spread for miles
In the sky and sun is away in a
Secret place not to show up and to
Brighten up the wet and gloomy day
Raindrops have started to fall
Weaving a sweet musical sound
They hang onto fronds and grasses
Before they go down to the ground
Raindrops rush as a stream to
The river at the outskirt the town
Till it is monsoon time here and till
The clouds above turn dark to brown
Raindrops rush as a stream to The river....I can just imagine the flow....the origin and destination of these raindrops can't be visualised! A beautiful poem. Many congratulations! !
Congratulations! ! ! ! ! ! ! for the honors of POTD. This is a crafty poem, truly deserves the honors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congratulations Anil on member poem of the day : ) Very well deserved x