Monsoon is king of seasons, sang Kalidas
Long ago, and it is true even today for us.
The great miracle is that it washes leaves
Infinite in number, clean of all the dust.
The shine I see on the green leaves
After the showers leaves my heart singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Great imagery and style. Well crafted.10 kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.