At the window, rain drives
Drizzles and drizzles glow and go
Pushing and loosing the window to and fro
And some-one asked, who is at the window?
Pushing and pulling the window and dash?
In the dark of the night free and roll
Going for the next fresh candle of the day
At the window a hand goes and more,
Who is at the window?
She cried and roared the mall
And forced the window and banged and go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem