The thunder in the sky converged into the
coos of wet earth cuckoo,
The long lightening converged into
the watercircle on pond water
Sravan (monsoon) past converged into
monso0n now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thunder tends to meet the point of hope as the long lightning meets the point inside pond in water source in reflection. Monsoon has come to do its magic in Earth pouring rain. This is also very wisely penned wonderful poem shared here.10
Thank you Mr. Mahakul.