To quench the thirsty sight
They are drizzling at night
They fall wetting the chaff
Drops like wandering waif
Awakening in the silence of cold
The memoirs of far past and old
See the trees in far
Lying under the dark box
And see yonder! the mother
Trying her child to coax
Sometimes I felt sometimes I vain
But there was a God in guise of rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem.the last para still more beautiful 'Sometimes I felt sometimes I vain But there was a God in guise of rain' voted10 surya