The Winter Sun Goes Down Poem by Ravi Kopra

A long staright red dusty road
in my village takes you to the horizon
where the winter sun is settling down
beyond the river Nalla
The dust settles on the grove as the sun goes down
I sit by the golden rice field near the grove
under the dusty orange glow in the skies
and stay there till the stars show
The water in Nalla is dark like goddess Kali's face
Everything everywhere is dark. My heart is dark
My love left me yesterday.