Listen -listen to me
Let you look at the sky
And see the flying clouds
Bright and blue
Did you keep any words to it
Did you keep any picture to it
Are they saying such secret words
As I feel
Dear, Oh, Dear!
I'll nit call it 'Meghdoot'
Rather my power of Iimagination
Become sharper
And I'll feel you heartily
With sweet memories once more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
flying clouds remind many pleasant incidents again and again...