Yellow purple rays
Sat on a rock solid
Musing over untold stories…
Village streets,
Beautiful farms and meadows
Gone were the moments
And no more shadow
No more dews to shine in a void.
The rock
Got a tender touch
Of the tired rays
In mystical ways
Blossomed
With a novel life,
Opened his eyes and
Stretched out
In the lap of earth
Covering
The blanket of the sullen rays
In the cold evening
© 2009. An Evening by Rakesh Patel
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