All Sunsets Poem by lalitha iyer

Every sunset
reflects the dying day
in the western sky
bathed by Ocean blue
the body is due
for the funeral
lit red hot is the sky
some soft music flows
darkness shrouds the air
it is time to depart
the crowd hastens
to secured rests
the very birds
sing in a horrible tune
the mystery is solved
soon his majesty is dissolved

Every sunset
touches me deep within
there is melancholy
in the air unholy
sighing nature
singing unbearably
every twilight
heralds night
visionless
insecure hands
waiting for the dawn distant
every sunset
kills my half body
I could see
imprinted in the mind
my mother
father and loved ones
our family
like a garland of love
diminishing
disappearing into nothing.............