Evening is touching
the busy road of my city;
All want to listen
the voice of
someone close to the heart
waiting somewhere
to share and care
the experience of the day;
The birds are flying back
to their home
with an imagination
to gossip
with their children.
After a while
the busy aroma of the city
shall change her story;
Every where i expect joy
and joy
to adore the life
and forget the pain.
by sarojini pattayat.-30/03/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem