In Fond Memory of a Coconut Seller

As evening comes I want to readOf places, men, about their deedsSome do take me to unknown landsStranger I am led by those handsWhen every eve the red sun setsI sit nearby to see it's best.Those rays are bright, still live, aglowThat upraised eyes but have to bowExcited eyelids when do shut,Then bright ,now dark …