My memories always keep a monsoon sunday
very funny, night with her
Feelings she made me with a kiss of love
and make me cool to be then
How can I so go with rain to live in that holy land
you always sing the words of love
surrounded one under the night of rain
nature, in its inner hearts and make love birds to fly
I love to be here
and cool drops to come
and love these drops to pour
My garden you made in this dark night
shutter the window pain in this lane
Never brings Joy- my mum always given
how can I go with cool rain to forgive
and be happy days again
Dear Mum when always have the words of blame
to pain my young blood
Once I prayed god may you away from me
know have a night never under this thunder night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem