Breathes of Evening
Color of life , O breath of evening!
Thou are roving in the meadow;
Reddish reddish leaves are shivering:
Under mighty windy shadow
O the yard that dipped in showers!
In the shades of hazy bowers;
Meadows thou art rustling, waving!
With thy daisies, lilies
myrtles?,
Singing cuckoos in a craving:
While naughty wind there whistles;
Bubbles winking in the rivulet
Put they question, what is life?
Hazy beeches whispered murmured :
Life is nothing but strife;
Hearing it the bubbles vanished
Was it life that they cherished?
It is evening, shadows listen!
Night of life therest reaching
All of us in dust of channels
Withering suffering, coming going
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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