The naughty sprinkler of the old sky,
Looks in a mood of play and romance,
The stale kite isn’t too old to fly,
Come on kite flier for a song and dance,
The weather is cloudy and inviting,
The shore of the sea has sent a call,
The message is romantic and exciting,
The sun is sleeping in the shed of a wall,
The virgin clouds are the rulers of hearts
Turn out the sprite and sprint with spruce,
Come on, trample on the growing age thwarts,
Become a child with a magic of reduce,
Grandchildren are ready for a lovely outing,
They look smart in colorful dressing,
Recollect the days of rainbow sprouting,
Makeup, shakeup, crush recessing!
A Beautiful poem, enjoying the company of grandchildren. Loved reading it.
Grandchildren are ready for a lovely outing, They look smart in colorful dressing, Recollect the days of rainbow sprouting, Makeup, shakeup, crush recessing! You seem to bubble with enthusiasm in the company of your grand children! How quick you have been turned into another child!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem with a glimpse of romance at the onset of rain - rainy season is indeed romantic giving way for Makeup, shakeup, crush recessing.