Memories of Evening
I am sitting on the bank of the baraal,
As a philosopher with a keen interest in philosophy,
Emotional memories strike the mind
It is their custom to break the closed doors of the past.
Do I remember how many sweet memories are there?
I am a silent spectator in the procession between light and dark.
The days of running behind kite was how much Pricey?
Stop all the noise!
The silence about friendship still prevails
Deep Tree Songs,
The urge to listen with the ears of feeling,
Amid beside my walking in the twilight.,
The sublime hemorrhoids draw the foot of HIMU.
