Today or tomorrow
I'll be a cloud
and will hover above
your house..
When it will start
raining, get drenched....
It must cool your
fevered forehead.
Because, I am there in
the drops to give
you my love's brace!
What an optimistic assurance have you made sir! Excellent rendering indeed. Awaiting to read more and more similar poems....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clouds of blue that turns to gray rains down love to nurture the soul just like the water nurtures the earth. We need both to survive. Nicely expressed.