I will go to thee
To make myself cool
I have love that is pure
Up to its brim my heart full
I will fly towards
The confused cloud
That is mocking at me
From far and howling aloud
I will shine with
That distant thunder
Threatening me with its
Flame committing a blunder
To that high wind
I must send a message
With its might and anger
Don't let my lover live in a cage
To that bird I will
Catch to give my care
In this treacherous clime
It brings to me love from her
O rain! ! Go away! !
Her name is in my fate
Behind the hills you hide
Let me meet her before it is late
Written on the torrential monsoon rain Sir. Thanks for giving time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic expression has been mad on rain and love. A beautiful poem nicely executed.10
Thanks for great compliments Sir. Feeling honored.My regards.