The Sun is about to down
The crimson ray falls on the leaves
Of a coconut tree.
Soon evening will drop in the yard of mine.
My mind is now carefree.
All doubts and fears have flown on the wings of time slowly
Clouds are no more in the sky,
Before me is the open air lea.
What made me cry earlier,
And had turned this unworthy
Now I know they have no price
They are worthless to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Straight from the heart. Beautifully inked. Nice share. Thanks.