oh my dear open the door.
see me standing on the floor.
wind is blowing and thundering.
I am crying more and more.
Heart is Hot body shivering.
in. the sleep as u roar.
rain is too making noise.
ear is whispering at the shore.
see ranjoor be come poor.
oh my dear open the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem