One day clouds will forget to
Roar aloud ripping the ears of sky,
Legs of rain will shrink and fail miserably
To step on dry grass blades.
But my love for you will never be dwarf.
I'll make your cheeks wet with green tears,
Because happiness isn't happiness
Until your eyes smile like a glorious lake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your imagination always takes a different track Sanjukta! Great write!