It's almost dark outside and birds fly here and there in the gloomy sky.
There was a severe drought in his heart since a long time and he waited for a drizzle to come.
He heard your real voice from far away and it hinted him to write few lines.
Oh! Dear rain, bring him some soothing news or let him cry to pour some tears to your flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maestro, another piece of pure poetry. I like the way that your language has developed and this is a great example. The direction you are taking is great. You seemed to have wiped your feet on the mat and entered into an new home.