Thick clouds sailing past
A mountain peak
You eyes do their silent
March earnestly seek
They bring rain to make
The streams dance
Your eyes get soaked to
Absorb pain in silence
Miles over meadows and
Plains they spread
Sparks fly from your eyes as
Love flows in a cascade
@ Anil Kumar Panda 07/12/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem