A walk in the park,
Mom's hand in mine,
We will be here till dark,
But home before nine!
What a beautiful day!
Birds are singing,
And far away,
Bells are ringing.
A path in the trees,
Known only to us.
Just we and the bees,
Away from all that city fuss.
Perhaps we will see a deer,
Or may be a bunny.
The clouds are drawing near!
Oh, but it was so sunny!
The rain starts to fall,
Hitting my head.
It ruined it all!
Now the fun is dead,
And the mom also........
.............long back…....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmmmmmmm does one have only dreams of mom on one side with rain no one else with mom and on the other side? very sad indeed--10 anjali