It is Late Spring
Cu coo sing
When its mood is fine
With clouds trailing up the sky
But summer is eager to arrive
So it has made a pact with spring
Whatever be music is there to ring
In our ears
Summer too spread its cheers
Again spread fears
Depending on its mood that swings to and fro
Vegetation grow
With rains pouring like the manna from heavens
Ah! the rains
with its pitter patter music
The lovely weather has cast a magic
A gift from God
His blessings had sought
Which came as rains
And grow the grains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem