With my cozy thick shawl I stoop
Watch the birds retreat in a group
The young ones they chirp n sing
As they hear the flutter of mumma's wing
I see a herd of cow
In a sync they mow
As the mothers narrate a fable
They go back into the stable
I see the sun sink and drown
It seems so red like the nose of clown
The dogs curl into a ball
As the mercury starts to fall
The light starts to fade
As the darkness invade
The heavy eyes begin to close
Into the fairy world the l'il soul goes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem