the sun is sinking
toward the horizon.
the variety of colors
has painted the old sky.
the two inquisitive eyes
are beholding them
through the windowpane
in the soft illusive light
the faded brush is still busy
in drawing the fresh picture
of a dried tree
on the canvas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem of sunset with all the wonders it brings? ........well penned Chandan
Thank you so much Tom for making an inspiring comment on my poem. Chandan