Day And Night Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Over the silent woods
The orange flame from
The dying sun flies past as
A lonely soul in penance;
Beyond the chain of hills
Rises attired in deep black
The angel of night to rule
Performing a mystic dance;

Touching the dancing ripples
The nest bound birds fly
Over a stream with heavy
Wings and drowsy eyes;
Like third eye of God a star
Begins to sparkle in the East
As a river in the summer
The aging day slowly dies;

Time for the darkness to
Gather over the dales and
Meadows and rivers and
Streets and stacks of hay;
Bringing with it stories of
Angels and gods the cool
Wind flows to give relief
From the fatigues of the day