The evening
The chirping of birds was not full of vigor
as it was in the morning.
Trees were not looking as fresh
as they were in the morning.
Sun was going slowly & slowly towards the west.
Flowers were not looking as handsome
as they were earlier.
Because evening has come there,
Bowed headed laborers were going
slowly & slowly towards their homes.
An old man was also walking on the bank of the sea.
He was unaware from the glooming activities
which were going on in the sea & near the sea.
It was the evening of his life.
His heart was beating.
The night was ready to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem