It thrills me much
when cloud is getting darker
cloud is yet to rain
but his black face
with thundering voice
and splashing wind
is creating havoc
making all to hide
in their den; but
nests of the birds
on the bough of tree
are weak to face, yet
secured from demon's attack
by the grace of God
under protection of leaves
that so, baby birds are chirping
rejoicing the moment of disaster.
Yet, secured from demon's attack by the grace of God- -Very deeply envisioned. Only God can survive us who is almighty. Many thanks, Sir!
rejoicing the moment of disaster, Great, really great one..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem...enjoyed reading....