It flows across plains, dales and meadows
Filling up drains, holes, ponds and furrows
The rain comes in a rage with untold sorrows
is it in Kerala? Yes, True. rain comes with lots of sorrow..
The rain comes in a rage with untold sorrows....so touching and true. Sometimes rain brings untold sorrows. Beautiful three liners.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As if the sky is crying due to some 'untold sorrow'. Great.