After the first April shower,
you evaporated like the
magician's pigeon.
And the next entrant
was a demon with puffy lips,
talking like a parrot,
let out different smokes
of gossip and the listeners
cracked jokes and ridiculed
on our fishy facts.
One year passed.......
You returned as conjuror,
playing so many cards
placing them on my heart!
Last night, the first shower
of this April fell on my
tearful eyes...
The salted water mixing
with the rain made me
go back to my first felt
love for you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely and beautiful really, thanks. I invite you Simran to read my poems and comment.