The evening is dying
behind the red glasses
And he sings
'Josephne, I send you all my love'
The night is lying
along the yellow river
And he sings
'Josephine, I send you all my love'
A bird flying along the cloud is caught in the radar
And an apple is tremble in the storm
(C) Abhinav Baruah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Abhinav B. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.