When the day seeks to rest,
It pleads the Sun to set,
When the workers wipe the sweaty forehead,
The cool air breezes from the distant ahead,
When the crops sink to soak the soil,
The farmers lay their tools to rest,
When the babies sing the evening chirps,
The mother birds return to their nests,
When the lovers long for the solitude,
The dusk invites with its twilight fade,
When my heart…
Added by Bijay Raut on November 11, 2011 at 6:00am — No Comments
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