Trickle down slow,
No hustle, no race,
Drop down till you evanesce.
Wet soul, clasped hold,
Aching hour.
Dank wind, hate pins,
Hurt no more.
Raucous wailing,
Flustered soul,
Grave numb sobbings,
In voiceless bawl.
Drip down flow,
Oh! tears Break slow.
Drop down till you fall no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching poem.
Thanks for reading Nidhi.. :)