Yesterday is now a history;
I cannot changed it.
But still shedding;
the unhappy tears of yesterday.
The vehicle of the past haunts me.
The sunny mellow weather of yesterday
is now changed.
Transformed into a wild thunder morning.
Raining and raining;
Waiting for the rain to go away.
To take away the tears of the clouds.
Replacing the billowing mass;
With the happiness of today.
Life is going with the wind;
A very dark and thunder rush
has taken upon our lives.
I stared at the darkness;
A pale smile is taken over my face.
The green foliage of the leaves are shadowed by darkness.
Sitting under the starless sky,
everything became so pallid.
Life suddenly puts it's break.
Again the next morning came,
The sun risen gently with a vibgyor in the sky.
The sky and the clouds again started dancing;
With the happiness of getting back their lost vehicle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much! :-)