THE EVENING SUN




It is a curtain call for the day,
Birds find their way
To their nests,
As the sun is on his way to rest,
Splashing a gold 
Deep and bold
Across the sky
With the silhouettes of birds, as they fly,
Colouring the azure ocean 
Into shades of ochre and golden,
Wooden bridge dark and lonely 
Sits with me, witnessing the lovely 
Scene, that may or may not come again
In my life's domain,
So here I sit and drink to my full
Nature's beauty, feeling its pull,
Taking a part of me with it, as the sun drowned,
Keeping me waiting till the next morning dawned.

©Madhumita