It is in the month of September
The dusk falling lightly across
The horizon creating a halo;
Suddenly it feels like you are
There and you are not there;
The flat wind touches your face,
When you are watching the
Magnificent orange glow of west;
The birds move back and forth
Like leaves fallen from branches
And lifted by the sky;
You can only imagine
It may be cold or hot or may
Be both at the same time;
And you can't help whistling
A song watching the evening star
Sitting cross-legged in a deep musing.
It is such a beautiful poem on Nature with reminiscences associated with the season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is in the month of September The dusk falling lightly across The horizon creating a halo; Suddenly it feels like you are There and you are not there;