An Evening On Roadside

The sun voyages on day’s last tour Delves to relax To make some rest and rest awake The boatmen like a defeated soldier Sails tireless though Humming a song blissful however Seems despondent and dejected A thin line of smile fixed in face Trapped are the limbs By bulky exertion Though caged in melancholy. The cat moves hither and thither Staring at her fisherman master’s face Expecting to fill her empty stomach With gills and fins fresh. The lady at home Prepares weapons, salt and spices For a storage long With broad and wide smile fixed to face Dreaming of bread and butter for a month. The pundit offers A palmful of water after holy dip A step before the last rite of the day ‘The evening Aalati’ The mullah sits on roadside To thank the almighty with spread palms For a safe and successful day And expecting better tomorrow.