Evening Bride Poem by V P Mahur

There the sun sets in the horizon
Turning again into red crimson
As if an old person
Again gets the childish intention
My soul
On the wings of imagination
Wants to fly high
To reach the loving destination
I see someone
Entering into my dark mansion
And lighting the candle
Of heartful contention
And consoles me
Like a goddess of satisfaction
But always out of
Sight sensation
Far into that crimson horizon
The beautiful evening bride
Blushes into the warm oven
At the mere thought of
Her heart’s collision
With her groom of
Dark complexion
Surrounded by the veil of
Reddish dark horizon
Closing her dreamy eyes
Toxicated with the eternal salvation