Sunset
After the all bright day
The sunshine fades away
Changing colour of sun
Converts into golden
Then it turned bit red
Little later diminished
People call it sun-set
Precursor of the night
Dusk followed by darkness
I definitely don’t!
To me, it’s not sun-set
It’s just a temporary phase
The sun just goes away
Beyond my own horizon
Brighten another horizon
To give me time to rest
Catch up with my sleep
It just goes down deep
For coming back steep
The very next day
To brighten my life!
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