Dusk - Poem

 

Dusk - at Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh, India .... by Vanita Thakkar (May, 2017)

Dusk

The western horizon is turning crimson,

The shadows of trees are beginning to lengthen.

The lotus folds in, trapping the bee

And to their nest, the birds are returning.

The sunshine is gradually drifting away,

The humming breeze sings of the departure of the day.

Here ends another day's work !

And countless feet turn homeward,

To be back before the lamps are lit

And the moon peeps in to greet,

For, soon in, the night will crawl

To wrap the land in her dark shawl,

Under whose folds, we shall creep

Into the world of dreams, in our sleep.

All the tiredness may it absorb !

While the Sun goes to light up the other end of our Orb.

- Vanita Thakkar (28.11.1989)

Sunset - at Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh, India .... by Vanita Thakkar (May, 2017)

© 1989 Vanita Thakkar