A fresh breath of life, finds every bower
with the coming of a new lease of shower
when the dark clouds gather in the sky
tears of sparse love comes into my eyes
with every part of earth gaining a new life
I m the only one who has to strive
the croak of frogs wakes me till early morning
the sound of rain drops falling awakes me yearning
in waiting so long for you my heart has cried
Oh’ my love, when will you come, the rain has arrived
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written. Waiting can be torturous and endless, specially when its for love.