from our concrete life,
global warming kidnaps
the jovial motion of the wind
winter is far away
from the spring
summer day
scorching weather
under the crimson flame, I'm sweating
waiting; I'm waiting
for the pleasant adventure of raining
the rain doesn't come on time
the rain doesn't come to bathe
though sometimes the earth needs bathing
-May 16,2019 Chattogram
A wonderful poem, I think globally all our weather is changing. Written beautifully dear Mahtab.
Wait till the Monsoons will come. A most beautiful poem, short but says a very lot about the nature up there. Excellent poem, Mahtab! I like the poem and the picture very much, eerie to see that blackest hole above. A 10++++++++++++++++ for the voting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter is far away! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.