clouds dark curtains of horizon
drifting easterly from where i'm on
twisting to aladin's lamp, fierce
occasionally lightning pierce
thunders roar, an angry beast
give shiver to innocent chest
flock of birds fly to far away shelter
goats and chickens run to the barn
old peter doesn't mind but his rum
got call from friend 'i should come'
he is in dire need of helping hand
i should, after the rain comes down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem