It is very dark morning.
Everything seems to be very dark.
The noise is not echoing anywhere.
It is very chilly.
The light is gone off.
The sound of water is echoing somewhere.
The aeroplane breaks the silence of the dark morning.
Everything is wet because of rain.
The sun has not appeared so far.
The wind blows hard and cold.
The relief is not lying anywhere.
It's very dark Sunday morning.
Nobody tries to move out,
Because of this dark morning.
A strange sound is flowing everywhere.
The sky is not clear.
The clouds seem to be moving from one place to another place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem