Under the twinkling lamp of my lawn,
I closed my eyes and the star did fall
An eye blink uncannily haunted me,
The shooting star my vision didn't meet
Kissed my palms and I would ask, I would beg,
Wrong it was, I bowed my head, I bowed my pride
Hummed my soul beneath wandering stars,
Unheard remained my music so out of note
A pearl from above kissed my cheek,
The raindrop gaily noised my timid soul
I trod my shadow beneath as I stumbled,
Left behind my footsteps on my somber pathway
Sat the perpetual blankiness in my gloomy lap,
I am wet Maa, the raindrop drenched my gracious soul
raindrop drenched gracious soul, great line, rain is life.. go on..
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I would like to translate this poem
A pearl from above kissed my cheek, The raindrop gaily noised my timid soul the soul being drenched....... wonderful imagination dear poet........ thankyou. tony