We both did quaver in our perchance encounter
When she slipped under my umbrella seeking shelter
From the splatter in the rainy month of September.
And my heart palpitated as we made bantering chatter
While my eyes progressed to scan her alluring composure
There under my brolly in the rainy month of September.
The dying summer's weather enabled our exposure
To which we both confessed as to what was our pleasure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem