Drizzling stays on the wind-wings,
a glimpse is all enough of such things.
A slight show by the GOD rain,
the tiresome sun has gonna all vain.
Many a days and years have past,
no remembrance, when we saw it last.
This evening perhaps my love is divine,
when colours content with dusky shine.
My soul has wished someone to glimpse,
who see so high but never wear wings.
Love is to share some lovely views,
I called upon to break this news.
Too late was it to trace the bow,
but the marks still were stealing the show.
As vanish they but not are sate,
wooing you my love still colours wait...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem how long will you wait till those colours show on your canvas of love anjali