Evening on the Terrace

Visiting with its soft sunlight-

Is the evening sun with a pleasant face,

At the shimmering advent of twilight,

I peep behind the door to watch my terrace.

Lying peacefully beneath the vermillion skies,

Touched by the soothing sun,

I peer through the splits on the walls and look down where the garden lies,

And the jostle of the squirrels on the mango tree, having a great fun.

I love the west wind of the meadow

Blowing from the far-off hills,

And the bower of the oak that overshadow 

The branch where the bulbul trills.

Under one tall, evergreen weed,

The aromatic basil wreath entwined,

And the sparrow relishes on its pleasant feed,

Perched near the bougainvillea vines.

Now as the dusk falls and the weather is cold,

The jasmine spreads its magical perfume;

The untrammelled cadence of the cuckoo does unfold,

Winging from the boughs is the jet black plume.