The thunder in the sky
Is the heartful wailing of clouds
Their tears fall heavily
In the form of rainfall tides
The clouds weep
The whole world sees
But a wailing heart's weep
Is hidden between the knees
When eyes are dry
The heart still do cry
Waiting sight on the path
Keeps on searching
With a tearful bath
Hearts of emotionless stones
Never melt by salty tears
The pain when become unbearable
It chucks the soul and tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mathur was one day a laughing, playing and enjoying youth, now he has become so much serious in his thoughts that such heart touching poems we are getting from him. Well wrote Mathur.