With a small drizzle I hear the melody,
Queen of the night she walks here and there with the wind
And it looks so sad when she passes without a hope.
There isn't a single soul to be seen on the road
As the drizzle turned into heavy rains unexpectedly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can hear your Queen of the Night singing her sad tune. It is as imperishable as poetry itself. Beautiful work, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra