The evening ochre spread its golden hue
as lovers dedicated walked on frayed edges
Dreams, desperate wishes and silent pledges
Holding hands and hopes for a better tomorrow

A frail child makes its way to the evening crowd
Born into an orphaned world and of lesser god
Holding flowers signifying varying degrees of love
Crooning songs of love and loves labour lost

She knew that in moment of weakness
In the pain and hope of pleasing the jilted
In the wish that Hearts deepest desires are set
A little flower, a full boquet, the days meal was met

Along the streets the nights slowly fell in glory
Warm smile, hand reaching for the biggest boquet
Sweeping the loved one with deciet bagful of lies
The lil child heaved relief paying days first bowl of rice