After an excited day of Sunshine, rain has come late in the evening again;
Nature seems to be hesitating to its new design in a different manner every-time;
Being holiday, all wish to go round places if rains don't fall spoil mood sure;
But who can control Nature and its wish to do what it likes anywhere ever?
It is a continuous story in the case of Nature in its display of mysterious nature;
This kind of weaving verse is possible only by Poets of Nature's style only;
Always something new even though there is no chance of displaying different one;
Likewise always Nature does things to get through the day's journey in its venture!
Only talented or genius can perform such a feat beyond others' reach ever;
Always there is not much difference in its works, yet what a fantasy it makes;
Following Nature is not an easy joke even for painters to draw fast any shade of Sky;
Likewise everyday Nature challenges all creative artists if one is painter or poet!
Nature is a mysterious wonder capable of making miracles like ordinary matter;
Such wonders of Nature except Poet who else can walk parallel at even pace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem