Evening Voice Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

How do you feel the errand?
The road has reached a dead end,
If the world would be a dream band!
If this path would never rend,
Would you say, how would be the land?

To the tune of the evening voice grand,
In the shepherd's flute trend,
It would be nice if the day had mend.
In the blue sky at far strand the songs transcend
As if missing in the air is planned.

The soul of this song bland
If the road had not reached the end,
Would you say? How would be the land?
How do you feel the errand?
As if missing in the air is planned.