Brings with it the aroma of evening flower.
Evening,when calm an’pale,
I listen to the chinkings o’the early nightingale.
Birds o’different feather,
Fly to their respective nests together.
Fishing boats returning to’ards the shore,
The beautiful sight I really adore.
Farmers and vendors, homewards bound,
They’ve to reach their homes before the dark’s around.
In the shore ladies assemble to chat’bout men an’matters,
There’s an old man who often flatters.
The evening breeze which blows from the west,
When the cool breeze touches me, I’m in my best.
~ M Rezvie Omerdeen
7th November 2014
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