It is the late spring
April is now on its midway
Spring has fled
without entertain g on its own way
The Cu coo has stopped singing
Sparrows have stopped chirping
Even the crowhas lost its energy
What a crises!
All the birds have gone on a strike
They have lost their voice to cry
Summer has arrived before the time
We humans protect ourselves with the umbrella, SPF -25 cream
The scorching sun has made our life a wild day dream
It has provided its treat
But how should we acceptthe heat?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They have lost their voice to cry for dried throats