She came
Without a warning
This afternoon
I had snoozed
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This is once again a lovely translation of your poem Ushnakaala Megham in Mother tongue which I enjoyed so much!
Beautifully penned sir...She clapped her hands....lovely sir. Enjoyed reading...the beautiful imagery. Thanks for sharing sir.
I love everything about the rain and can't wait for Spring's first thunderstorm. Persuasively penned my friend. Let the soothing sounds and smells bring you peace
Thank you, Kelly; may I call you so Your words have brought A summer rain of cool Into my arid world of poesy a much needed summer raiin, into my arid plains of poesy!
Wow- - -So beautifully penned.- - - -Summer rain and nostalgic memories.- - To quote some lines from the poem- - Beautiful is her dance Let her perform The distant mountains smelt In the wafting winds Of herbs, earth and forlorn love