Evening is here, and I am here
At my baize table with a glass,
Now sipping my unfizzy beer,
Now looking out where on the grass
Two striped and crested hoopoes glean
Delicious insects one by one.
A barbet flies into the scene
Across the smoky city sun.
My friends have left, and I can see
No one, and no one will appear.
This must be happiness, to be
Sitting alone with birds and beer.
In a brief while the sun will go,
And grand unnerving bats will fly
Westward in clumped formations, slow
And dark across a darkened sky.
Wow Beautiful poem
Its very heart touching...
Friends have left but you can see. You can see sun and you can fly with birds. Slowly you can overcome the darkened sky. A powerful imagination is reflected in perception of evening. This poem is brilliantly penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This is good x