Author Bhai Vir Singh The piping of the rain birds has ceased, Dadar and peepiya are silent now, The dance of the peacock is over, It is the season of the cooling dew! The dew is falling everywhere, And wet is every rose. The gentle breath of heaven blows. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments