An Evening
© Chinmoyi Bhushan
Its The depiction of a beautiful evening.
It's a Monday Evening,
The luminous God sets in
The trees singing with the wind,
Welcoming the abreast rain..
The adrift sky makes me wonder,
where this puff of snow ends..
Scamfully the darkness disappears,
the puff of snow appears.
Birds rejoice in the beautiful song ,
n I contrive this poem,
with heavy words , I deliver..
Wind rustles past me,
carrying the sweetness of rain..
assertively I turn around,
Look up to the sky and aspire..
that is where , I have to reach.
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