Days has been sunny
Flowers wilted and hasted
Evenings with dramatic sunset
very often showered
Farmers furnished their meadows
June is knocking for plantation
Sounds of machine and laughters
Soon it is going to be green
I lived the days wondering
I wrote poems and stories
I cannot see him around
I am dying everyday
Thought of giving up lingered
Wandering with a hope to see him
I miss him horribly
Still wanted him terrifically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem