The school,
So nice and beautiful,
Discipline stands in every corner,
preparing the tender hearts to meet the waves.
The shouting of children aware me about a break,
The joys and adventures just catch the fire in their heart,
Stories of the day,
they have to discuss
under old banyan tree.
But, alas,
Continuous rain debars them to gather and make groups,
The dream is mingling with drops of rain
never to return again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem