How distant are those semi-dark clouds
So the white thick clouds on the other end.
I see a bird descending and looking bigger to me,
Higher it was soaring; it was too small and no dear to me.
Suddenly the moon disappeared and white clouds no more.
I am sitting by a road that had been busy- moments before,
Now it is deep silence everywhere,
My ears hear the hollow sound of moving wind there,
My mind is trying hard to harmonize my hands all right;
Harmony between the opisthenar of left
and the palm of right.
It started raining just before my heart could have rained for you,
The pitter-patter sound of tiny drops synched with silence,
I synched my emotions in this sound with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem