Sk Mahammad Ali
A Calm Afternoon
A calm afternoon I was leading,
The songs of eveverything I was hearing.
On that time everything was tranquil,
They were expressing their intellectual will.
The birds were getting ready to back their nest,
The gooses were expanding their white chest.
The face of the sun was too much sad,
To the evening, the moon was putting his hand.
Gradually, the afternoon was going away,