Rains soak me
Give mea bath
The morning sunshine
Paint me shy and pink
The azure of the sky
I gives me a call-
A call of the wild
To roam about
In the autumn breeze
I have always wanted
To flee,
So as to be there
High up in the sky
That lie-
So vast, so wide, so open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
barsaat main tar-b-tar ho jata vo muje nilha deti hai subah ki sooraj ki roshni muje gulabi sharmeela bana deti hai