It sounds as if bees buzz
Day time shaded and is dark
Drop some water and spread as pearls
Sounds a peril and nature mourn
It’s the draftiness that takes to sleep
But the child splash it with his hands
Spread the shriek and scuttle its side
All the way the glee that profile
Trees and plants bow the guest
As if the donor transmits blood
Slops that trench and pass the flow
So as to offer equal share
It wet all side in a whiff
Muddy slit that slip and hide
Moss that whirl in solitude
So as to pert in livelihood
All the way it flood around
Sink the land and life of slum
Trouble that trench and stoop around
Curse the life in gutter side
It’s so harsh that lash the life
Flood all hole and split all shelter
Still on its side
Some children play in strange of loss
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good nature poem and the poet describes the changes of nature by rain in very good words for reciting.