'We want fresh showers
In this clumsy sphere, '
They clamour,
Long time passes,
No rain......
No hope,
Then........
Their lost memory erupts,
A good picture peeps
From the hidden corner,
The eldest traveller arrives thereafter,
He sees everything
And feels everything too in his experienced repository,
'Still a long way to go, '
He mutters,
Silence reigns in every corner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hope and longing for rain is felt here.... Ever So Many 10'S And Stars! ..