Evening

Rivers and drains have become silent,
The birds are back to their nest,
The Sun is playing hide and seek,
Reflection of which can be seen in water

Evening is supine,
The red shade of memories have gone dark,
The sound of blowing Conch from the temples could be heard,
The flame of lamps have turned golden

The hoofs of returning cows create clouds of dust,
Everything adds to the vibrant vivid golden red shade of the sky,
The retreat of last rays of twilight announce the coming of night

The longing in the heart goes strong,
With the loud melodious horn of peacock,
Thoughts wander in the heart of the beloved,
For the passion and pain the Evening holds. Jyotsna “Nivedita”

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