Sun came out with screaming face
Rains have washed his all agony
It burnt through out the summer
Now rain has extinguished his all spleen
Storms have blown up his all fret.
So, the sun came out with screaming face
Rays are laughing much with full exhilaration
As the golden waves will fly with him
Will kiss lips of every flower
Will snatch fragrance for his muse
Then will be dancing with favorite color
To aton the soul through out day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem