It’s a gloomy afternoon
And rain is hard.
Mood is not on the mood
And the rain is getting harder.
The rain cries and so
My eyes sympathizes.
The thunder shouts anger and so
My heart mellows down in fear.
How did this enter
My mind and soul in ambiguity.
Melancholy it is
I don’t know why.
My life is gloomy
And all I see is rain.
No sunlight in me.
The air just gives me more pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem