The earth is parched
with her thirsty tongue sticking out
but the wind of change
has summoned at the far horizons
bales of dark clouds.
The climate is changing
as it is almost June,
water shall tickle down
upon her parched tongue soon.
At last the monsoon is here!
it is pitter- patter everywhere
children floats paper boat in puddles
let's hope they ferry away our cares.
Thank you Mihaela ma'am for your words of appreciation. The monsoon is around the corner and let us hope for a good monsoon this year. Thank you.
Great imagery, the way you started your poem, and the last two lines: '' children floats paper boat in puddles let's hope they ferry away our cares. '' I hope will be a good monsoon in India this year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a rain-lover. Come out Rajesh-ji, let us celebrate and dance.