Heavy rains in the midnight and a drunkard stopped there for a while
Waited under the portico till the rain seized.
He was bit scared by seeing the luminous notice.
'Please do not disturb here as the Lion sleeps in the den
A well known Wrestler.'
He was thinking to add something to the notice; ' Sorry, a worm trespassed but not to fight.'
A mysterious poem of the night. I can hear the sound of rain. And feel the sadness of the drunkard's pathos. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nimal this is delightful! ! ! Your humble worm is quite the comedian. Your poem is a joy! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥