Her cry slowly turned feeble.
merged into blasting chaos.
I still see her faded sad smile,
hiding in a dropp of her tear,
yet to drip from eyelids.
Monsoon clouds stand still,
as hopes of rain still alive.
Heat waves had drained blood,
Earth sighs with cracked lips,
as Frogs start crocking “pekrom”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
monsoon commencing slow...a good poetic picturisation...'pekrom' gives a special effect to the poem...10