The rain came.
Eagerly all were waiting for it.
But a torrential fall
for a few days
rivers, lakes, ponds are in spate.
From the pond of the poor farmer
fishes swam away to freedom,
caught from the roadside rills
and drains casting nets,
speared in the courtyards.
Poor farmer!
How can you claim
those fishes as yours?
Run oh farmer,
bring your net
catch as much you can
running here and there.
Wonderful poem, It's a great sadness that the world is so unequal as the divide between rich and poor gets bigger.
A heavenly flood of tears For poverty of farmer And freedom of fish
Poor farmer! /How can you claim/those fishes as yours? Beautiful poetic expression! This is absolutely a sparkling poem on rain! This wonderful poem is worth reading time and again!
written beautifully- Poor farmer! How can you claim those fishes as yours? Run oh farmer, bring your net catch as much you can../// rain, farmer, fish, water and their life greatly employ all in your poetic words
Very beautiful line...i must quote: : How can you claim those fishes as yours? Run oh farmer, bring your net catch as much you can running here and there.
Run oh farmer, bring your net catch as much you can running here and there.....great expression! My pleasure reading this beautiful poem time and again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need rain, espicially it is very needful for farmers. Rain brings both happiness and sadness. Dear Akham, you have so nicely depicted this poem with both corners. Thanks for sharing.10