Waiting In the Depth of Dusk
WAITING IN THE DEPTH OF DUSK
The sinking soft sun in my crimson sky
colors the time of the listless life passing by.
On the lap of destined night my horizon waits to lie
In the depth of dusk.
In twilight hours the sky is a collage of pink and grey,
weaves in me the tapestry of the departing day.
The sky hides the sparkling stars behind the last sunrays
In the depth of dusk.
The dust rising in the horizon spreads a shroud of despair
for the falling darkness conceals the unknown future.
In the moonbeam the latent dreams mind waits to discover
In the depth of dusk.
Day’s fragile footprints crumble unseen at the sunset,
the tired bird returns from the blue to the nest.
Hope for a new dawn gleams in twilight before the final rest
in the depth of dusk.
July 27, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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