Dripping drops of diamond dews
Ice-cold beads encompassing numerous hues
Swirling down the peacock-green leaves
And get disappeared on the bed of sheaves.
Dew drenched path bear fine imprints
Of scurrilous insects in their nocturnal stints
Cool are the Moon, the trees, and the huts in the dark
Coolest of all is the place where I work.
The cool breeze brings the weirdest of tales
As an eerie silence reigns over undulating vales
Hoots of an owl or the ruffling of feathers
Down into the spine they send the shivers.
Sliding down to the west, on the slate
Of an opaque sky the panoply of teeming stars
Will hide and rest on the lap of the earth
Followed with its cohorts by the exuberant Mars;
In the roof-tops, foliages and stacks of hays
The witches move hunting for preys
The priest with candles and a silver platter
Mutter prayers sprinkling the Holy-water.
Warming itself by the cindering fire
The cat dozes off with half closed eyes
It gives a shake to its languid tail
To get rid of the bothering flies;
For the white beam, it won’t be late
To spread across the sky through Heaven’s gate.
For afar a mellifluous tune can be heard
Perhaps to its beloved is calling a bird.
Clouds of colours flit across the firms
As the birds dive for supple worms.
At the sign of night’s surreptitious descend
Village girls gather at the river band.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem