One fine day,
by a window side,
little hopes
and big dreams
within mere two eyes
peeping through the curtains,
stared at
the falling drops of rain.
Long distant lands
have those drops come across.
But,
they drench her land.
Wet remains then her land.
Even the hope of sunshine
then bears no effects.
It remains wet and
so it does for long.
But, who cares?
For everyone has his own world
and that she too has her own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem