One Evening Poem by Mr.R. Amin

One evening
Diverse beauty of cloud,
A new slice of the moon behind
Near it is a star.
In the northeast sky,
Frequent electric light
Evening comes slowly.
Sitting on the grass porch,
I'm mixing heart pain
In the ether, in the vast sky.
The weary birds return,
Bat's sound waves, fluttering wings
Lonely crow on the cornice of the wall, Oh!
The green grasses understands me,
In the color of breaking
The ribs of the chest
Marvel of Peru has woken up.
Even on the dead branches of Basil
In the rain
The leaves grow and spread smell
Well, is green grass
Also bleeding like men?
I wish, fly like a bird
Get lost, with clouds in the sky.
What is lost is not to be returned,
Why do you want it as wastfull?

Matior Rahman, Bangladesh
Translated by R.Amin