The day is drifting to its end
the clouds from nowhere blackening the sky
evening is drooping lump by lump
a lull is climbing high.
A star woke up slowly
others followed soon
the wind took its usual course
the crickets began to croon
And a voice, which was so clear
began dispersing
into a mere
humming…
(Written 19th Sept,1998)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem