Clouds hovering over town
just barely above the steeples
and the rooftops and the treetops
just barely above it all
soft steamy doves
finding their way through the blue
the smog the birds the airplanes
and above a city full of thankful people
who would rather do without the rain
but stick to the fresh shade
this cotton mantle brings
with its ceremonious dance.
but not a drop delivered,
today they are passers-by
just like the rest of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gem of a poem with brilliant imagery!
Thanks poet Pradip, I appreciate your comments on my work very much...