Going Home
I wish the setting sun waits for me awhile,
it’s not time yet to go down with the day.
The sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile,
the wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway.
It’s not time yet to go down with the day,
for the crimson sun hanging on horizon’s glimmer.
The wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway
the sun’s last warm rays of golden shimmer.
For the crimson sun hanging on horizon’s glimmer
the flowers haven’t finished floating the fragrance.
The sun’s last warm rays of golden shimmer,
the tinsels of radiance are still drizzling in a trance.
The flowers haven’t finished floating the fragrance
in the gleaming ambiance under twilight sky dome.
The tinsels of radiance are still drizzling in a trance
at the end of the path where I’ll be going home.
In the gleaming ambiance under twilight sky dome
the sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile.
At the end of the path where I’ll be going home,
I wish the setting sun waits for me awhile.
December 4, 2020
Contest : Pen A Pantoum
Sponsor : D.W. Rodgers
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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