Song Of Advent Poem by dipak adhya

In time of going up through the mowing field,
I see the smiling face of my wife
Just when she was given to bed
After the birth of my little child

The meadow is exhausted
Her heavy body is fragile now
But she is also happy
Like my spouse's bow

Golden and golden
As long as my eyes see
But in my inner feeling
The colour green approaches subtly

In joy I embrace the moment
A breeze of ecstasy blows
And sings of advent!