The darkening cascade lulls
The core of the exhausted self
Weary eyes get soothed by
The gliding march to nocturnal ambience.
Diurnal cacophony softens under
The starred canopy above.
The retreat to the composure of
Downy shelter entices us.
Fresh slices of oozing refreshment
Welcome us with the symphony
That the silent nature plays
Whispering into our scorched soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem celebrating the symphony of nature. But the first half is a tough nut to crack. Thanks, Atashi Ghosh.