Summer is on
heat is killing
sweats the pores
of living cores
Earth is dry
Sun is merciless
when the Oceans swell
with raging fevers
then the skies benign
open the cloudy pouches
showers the milky patches
soothens the sulking sons
after long separation
suffocating
monsoons joins the celebration
mothering earth
with budding loved ones...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i did not find a word 'Desperacy' on the search engine. are you sure of the word you have used here dear poet? I shall feel obliged for any light thrown to undo my ignorance. with very very best wishes, -shree