My Sunset
Here it comes
the lonely dusk of
one like the other days.
far and far
there stretched are
silences' sways..
dust swings its calmly gown
as it smiles down the earth
warm air swirls and roasts my dry heart
in its invisible hearth
paints my self ,brown.
and makes myself still more lonely
towards the night so lovely
to all hail & hearty
sorrow on my part.
As I watch the setting sun
poets admire
the red ball of fire
drippling down the rippling waters of Ganga
I see the same reflected inside self
huge ball of ire
slipping down the throat of my Shelf.
I get up on the sands
ready to go back
I feel the last shines
of the Gobblet
setting behind the pines.
My footsteps dim
& the horizon darkens
muting all the rhymes.
-Himadri
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