I want to touch the rainbow
so I wait for rains to come
with rising summer heat
it will soon be monsoon's turn
Like sapless lifeless leaves
I feel so parched and weak
but promise of impending rains
does ease away my pains
That smell of rain on dirt
as nature gives new birth
I feel the hope around me
there will be no dearth of mirth
Like every year
that has come and gone
I will wait for rains
like my dried up lawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awaiting the joy of rainbow not the rains is a poetic beauty.