it's been couple of days
clouds are shying away
from persistent love springing
from craving fertile ground
begging for rain to come
before plants bend their knees
my car is turning brown
from thick dust from wind
my lips & my nose drying
same with the marshland
praying, waiting moisture
heaven open the aperture
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I would like to translate this poem
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