Monsoon is a change
Of thought, climate
Earth wear clothes of new look
Sky drips down drops of water
Or tear of sad happenings
Over the last disaster swept
From the chest of Himalayan tract
Those witnessed /struggled in Uttarakhand.
Loss and gain in pen and paper
Can’t access the value of tear
Who lost who get is still a question
In the wandering eyes of strangers.
Loss and gain in pen and paper can't access the value of tear I appreciate it.Really a wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, wandering eyes of strangers.thanks. go on.