This voice of dusk I hear,
I hear sweet tune in West
This gives nice thrilling
I realize my self near time.
This is very amazing chirping
That scribbles my ears around
Sweetness is governed in mind
I witness the reality scene.
Green Age has come on Earth
By getting winter touch here
Little cold with little hope
It sings only glory of God.
Sweet nectar I get in mind
His wisdom adores the truth
Having self realization
I introspect life's happiness.
Green Age has come on Earth By getting winter touch here Little cold with little hope It sings only glory of God. What a sweet melody, an amazing poem.
be blessed Kumarmani, remain in serenity.. in that Father's love you convey through your poem
You have very well portrayed the bliss attached with the change of colder season. Thanks. Little cold with little hope / It sings only glory of God / Having self realization / I introspect life's happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With the fall of dusk, the air gets cooler and lovely sounds fall in our ears! It is a time when mind becomes cheerful and we think of the beauty and fineness of creation! It is a time when God's love fills our whole being!