The evening shadows
Kept on growing long
And slowly but sure
They were swallowed
By dark of dusky song
He was watching out
Of his window
Surprisingly
Observing the growing dark
Like the crop of sin
Evening came every day
But during his long life
Of eighty years
He had never felt
This kind of senselessness
Then he felt that
His eyelids
Had stopped blinking
He tried hard
But could not
He wished he could
Lift his hand upto his eyes
But in vain
Suddenly he felt
He had become light
Like the air and
Floating up and up
And in the air from below
He faintly heard
Cries of his family members
But he was flying higher
And could not stop
Their crying and wailing
In fact he could not understand
That his soul had left
The world for ever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem