Monday, February 28, 2011

Chasing the sunset..

What beauty can surpass that of a setting sun
True nature in her finest gown parades off when the day is done
The hurly-burly of the self-preserving strife
the rushing hither-thither in every walk of life
as if by magic ceases then, though just for a while
Crimsoning of sky glorifies the sunshine's final smile

Above a carpet, green and gold, a fiery mantle spread
the sun shone brightly in the sky, until the day has fled

Accompanied by such joyous airs as only larks can sing
The earth seems a fitting kingdom for our own celestial king

P.S.- I wrote this poem long back when I was in my home-town. It is a small place which actually sleeps after nine. People return home after work by 7 like birds return to their nests before dark after a day-long flight .