Sun Sets

It was in the month of March,evening. My sister and I came back from the corn fields The balmy noon day sun vanished for sleeping. Farmers untied horned bullocks from the hay fields Bullocks sprinted towards the nearby saggy ponds Farmers undressed their turbans to take bath We heard the cowboy's shouting sounds beyond. Cattle came back from the pasture land's path The herd caused the dust storm on the hard way We were afraid and took asylum under a tree. Farmers lifted the plough on shoulders to night stay. And went back to the bordering bamboo huts flee Water lilies turned their heads towards the west And water frogs sat on the folios and croak The Silver carps jumped into the water to take rest And made lightning in the nearing night awoke The little crickets saluted the night by their sound Birds flew towards their nests very leisurely and low. They were not able to fly speedy and high around And their bellies were full and big though Broad banyan trees had become a noisy mansion Its falling fruits were scattered like red chaff All the small animals welcomed the speedy darkness in. Why the living souls wouldn't invite the night sir?