The old man was at it again
splashing paint all over the western sky
and like a pre-school child
He was gleefully mixing different colours on the sky board
And the sun was indulging the old man in different light settings
As it waved au revoir to the approaching night.
All around me I could hear the birds
Punching all sorts of melodies into their songs,
as they gave cheer to the Master.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem