The twilight brings with it the clamour of the night,
The herds in its sturdy tentacles of rope,
Plods slowly in the homeward direction,
As the end of the day marks by the full moon’s shine.
The mist and fog slowly covering the horizon,
Spreading all over the valleys and up in the hills.
Remaking a new world of the beautiful night,
With stars in its brightest light shinning in its fullest.
And the family-man with fast steps returning home,
With greenies, eggs, chickens hanging in his one hand,
And the other hand busy in choosing candies and pastries,
For the little ones that awaits him eagerly in his abode of happiness.
The joy in living – where one can be the presenter of hopes,
Being the light in midst of darkness prevailing around us.
Happiness just happens in its juggled little moments in everyone’s life
It just need to feel and realise in every breathe we take in our short life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem