The scorching sun bids adieu the evening sky
Walking down between yonder pair of rocky hills
The cool wind brings with it the nightly chill
Dark rain clouds slowly set up water laden decks
A perfect twilight stage for the peacock's dance
The great peacock stands on the pair of rocky legs
Blooms its plumes, myriad eyes sparkle in the sky
A small transient part of Nature's Cosmic dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a great observer and a poet of nature which casts its spell in myriad ways. Thanks for the graphic and the poem.
Thanks for your appreciation. You may like my other poems also which are all about Nature only