A mountain becomes plain
By heavy and constant rain
Now the river
Becomes drain
Nothing can be shoot-up
On the desert
Something was going to expend
Decided to shrink
Untiring effort
for juicy fruits
Awarded with
dry roots.
Now
Land is being blamed
By the rain
You made barren
You made drain
Rain trying to
clear the drain
Make it
river again
But once it's drain
Never be river again
Someone tell the rain
Drain can neither be river again
27feb,2018-5: 02 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Surav. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.