Melancholic clouds move farther,
The other visible mass of water is not bothered,
At a significant altitude together
In some way the sad and the glad had gathered,
After the drizzle came the shower,
All came to a level that is down to the earth lower,
The journey might be long and might take farther,
Yet at some point all would gather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisely penned. Thanks for sharing.