Got some relief from pain in winter's Chillī-kalān¹,
Though I may miss the beautiful snowfall;
But away beyond the hills,
I constantly hear the screams,
Coming out from my valley;
It devastates the peace and tranquility,
Of my heart and brain;
I am awaiting the lovely spring,
When my people will sit under chinārs,
To cool the fire of tears.
MyKoul
1. First forty days of winter - 21st December to the first February.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem