Rainfall! Please do not stop your function in the off-seasons
As she catches rainwater to her rusty barrel for her living.
The half of her life without a partner she pussyfoot with the old tire cart
Along the thorn avenues; Not the flower roads.
Yes still she is beautiful & fertile
And there should be a windfall.
If a soft heart soul could join her in a drought
And push the cart well with the offspring?
* [ A dumb voter writes on his ballot; Warmongers! Please do not pollute the serene sky and let the rain falls on its freer style.]
Another engaging tale. Praise for your rich imagination. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You continue to see the beauty in the humble and the dispossessed. May the rain of your words continue to fall and may your heroine find a companion to share her weary struggle. Your poetry is unique and recognizable Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥