Sitting on a rock by the river
I watch the defeated sun slowly
Going down into hiding behind
The dark contour of a chain of
Obstinate hills
The struggle of the day is over
The night is going to win the war
In the deep recess of the mind a
Thought lives hoping for a new
Chance, a new thrill
Defeated sun takes the second chance to gain beauty and new rays. This poem is amazingly penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two shades of life Beautifully brought in. Nice work Tiku