My Original Poem | Rain
Clouds in the sky, it's raining
Mud in the field.
Everyone in the house is sad
Crop fields submerged in water.
The sound outside hangs inside
The mind does not stay at home,
Runs away-
On the edge of the blue sky.
The storm started, trembling all around
The plants all moved
The birds are not flying, the wind is blowing
The houses collapsed.
It's raining, it's flooding
People without houses
I can only hear crying all around
Everyone is proletarian.
This is the English version of my poem written in my native language Bengali. Thanks for reading it 🙏🙏 Hope that you enjoyed💖
Best regards
@shahriar33
At our place it's harvest
season for farmers but almost every day it rains
We have six seasons in our country
😧 what season
Summer, Rainy, Autumn, Late Autumn, Winter, and Spring.
Almost the same as in aceh,
@syahriar33 Where do you live
Bangladesh
greetings from us aceh for bangladesh 🤝
Congratulations, excellent post
Thank you