As the last of the dozen moons
Takes its final steps
The blissful skies
Rain tears of joy
Down our dry land
Flourishing all gardens
With green
And grateful we are
To the maker of the skies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And gratified we are To the maker of the skies A nicely done short poem on winter rains.Well said Col Muhammad Khalid Khan