The clouds came over Margalla hills
All the night it was raining
The sweet bird came with its song
To wake me up-will this not end my sadness?
Islamabad
Aug 6,2010
i doubt...all poets are weighed down by universal sorrow which can't be washed by any rain or lifted by any melody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful expression of words. So short but saying so much more.