The birds were moving here and there
The people were going for prayer
There was silence in my home
There was darkness on the dome
The crowing of cock I hear
“There is cold”, I fear
Appeared in the east a little light
The mighty sun became now bright
I got up like a lazy man
I circled my head like fan
It was nine when I saw the clock
I can’t hear the crowing of cock
There was business when I sought
“I am a lazy man”, I thought
How beautiful scene was here and there
There was loveliness every where
How soft was my bed
And I was lying dead
1996
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting way to end it....good write!