</>First rain drops
Fell in the drought dust
Falls in your cheeks
And lips and chest
The thunder noise
You hold me hardly
I view in your eyes
The powerful lightning
Far the paddy field
Drank fast and fast
The newly cooly
The brown cholestrum
The cattle calf jumps
From her farm shelter
The snake boat man laughs
With the dancing river
It was raining in my soul
It was raining in my heart
Our soul united
under the Sweet mango tree
With shivering cool
And burning hot
Oh! really
It was raining too.
This is very beautiful, vinoduk. It made a lovely imagery in my head. Thank you.
hi vinod verry expressive poem.i like it very much. born poet.10 for you. by the way pl read my poems solitude, birth of flower, god and flower, her story etc and give your valued comments wishing you and family happy and prosperous new year. love and regards ravi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The drops of rain can be felt in the form of the poem. When reading it I feel something dropping. Impressive