Cool Gloaming Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The roses droop low to kiss
The stalks and close their eyes
The sun tries to lift their heads
As it hangs atop the wide horizon

The sea of crops whisper to
The sky the tales of merciless
Monsoon rain hiding behind the
Clouds and pours down occasionally

The shadows lean on walls
To take the final view of the
Palms swinging merrily getting
Intoxicated at the touch of cool wind

Veiled women sit on stairs
Sharing stories of chores and
Mischief of wayward children
With eyes wandering at the fields

The din of shouting birds
Fill the branches and nests
As nestlings hide under wings
Getting afraid of ensuing darkness