Dusk
Waiting for the magical dusk;
And seeing people passing through wearing mask.
The birds are flying back to their nest,
Now, the time for them to take rest.
In the sky there is the game of kite
Few torned away,may be it is not right,
The field has been dressed with green
Don't know how long it can be seen.
Gradually the Sun is moving to the west,
Oh ! it is time for Him to set.
But when there is the thought of demise,
Wishing to be a member of paradise.
Copyright © Rupak Das | Year Posted 2021
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