Whenever I try to compose a poem on rain
The page of book for scribbling overcast with clouds
Heard thunder-claps
Flashing of lightning makes more darken
Pages drenched
by the side of the window leaves of the plants and bushes flapping
One day the note-book vie with the whirling tempest flew away
Deep blue backgroud
White pages fluttering and absorbing the streak of lightning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem