I hear a man singing in the
Early hours of the serene dawn
Sitting at the river side and
Looking at the east for the sun
I hear a man singing in the
Evening hours when it is time
For the sun to disappear in the
West and the temple bells chime
I hear a man singing in the
Night sitting by the burning fire
His face shining and eyes burning
In the flames of the crimson flare
Excellent piece..... wonderful to read.... thank u, dear poet...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Beautiful Anil Bravo and TFS