It is evening now.
There has just been a thunderstorm for a while.
The wretched clouds are grumbling all over again -
The Rain song has echoed hastily throughout the backdrop aisle.
I haven't heard from you for years -
Still the connection reaches out from within - serenely clear.
Lost timezones are overtly submissive,
Feeling the calmness of being more closer.
I know it's your Birthday.
I should wish you only all the happiness and glee -
But the clouds today have taken such a wrong course of manoeuvre
I simply attempted in this occasion to actually reach out to thee...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem