The Sunset Poem by hajara abdul khader

The Sunset

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There was once a sun above me,
Dazzling my eyes with its glorious glare;
I took it for hope, ever-abounding hope.
I forgot that every sun sets at last;
But Nature never fails in working its way.
This sun too set, setting the deep desires in me.

It rose between the hills with a glitter,
Spreading light and life on the dark Earth,
And engulfing the blanket of sleep prevailing.

Slowly, like a king, rises from his enormous throne
And addresses the animated crowd before him.
Then he saunters over the lively life-filled earth,
The anthill vigor and rhythm native to it.

He is now an impartial judge discerning good from evil,
Burning with energy and illumining all around.

After midday, he seeks to retire
From the monotonous drone of earthly existence.
Gradually he passes on the sickly height,
And withdraws leisurely targeting the Sea.
He slips into his nightdress as he closes on,
His carriage - the cloud - moves alongside him,
Covering dimly his orange-tinged red attire.

He, with a drowsy countenance and weary eyes,
Returns the earth to its former self.
The cloud weeps over the dimness surrounding;
The drops from its eyes fall on earthly soil.
The Heaven shares the attire of the Sun,
Reflecting an orange-red ambience near and far.

Finally he cuddles unto his place of rest, the Sea,
Dusking the earth only for a bright tomorrow.
The cloud resolving the drift done by the Sun
Draws a magnificient bridge in seven colours,
On the Heaven, bridging the East with the West.

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