Drop by drop rain water falls on the ground
Upon dead leaves it makes a swishing sound
It creates a runnel and slowly begins to move around
The root of the trees and through plains becomes river bound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Images created by words are so beautiful and lively.
Namaskar. I am glad you liked it. Thank you very much.
Namaskar. I am glad you liked it.