Drizzling rain
short poem on rainy season
We are useless to cultivate rain
Goes to the bill
Chasha son Kalusha
I was thunderstruck
He seems sick
Alas, labor is useless without a ploughshare
Once a year the harvest of its grain is looked for
Drizzling rain short poem on rainy season
Bastani put the book on his head
Gadisha goes to school
Shoes, sandals are not on the feet
Walking on a muddy road, he doesn't care about the rain or the storm
It has to be made by the honey barista
The frog, Benguli, put his hand on Kat's ear
When evening falls on the cow's trunk, the head is washed in the water
After having given the big lust to the mind
I am kind hearted scholar, spent my life serving my father and mother, waiting for the light of a lamp, not oil, but a lamp, knowing that if I studied hard, I would become a great man short poem on rainy season