Birds are chirping to return,
They are in busy to take turn.
Sun is trying to have new burn,
Evening is ready here to learn.
Cows are searching their calves,
Day lights are reduced to halves.
Finding way is nice within mind,
Evening love to all does bind.
Returning home children do tell,
Oh mother worship and ring bell.
Evening sun is calm to have burn,
All are in plan to have you turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem