At Sunset Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Only when the sun sets,
It can see the day's travel.
Did cloud cover it,
or the rays touched all over!

So is life.
Only at the very end
when the journey is all
but over,
life looks back unattached.

Then is the time
to reminisce and reflect,
to behold ups and downs,
intellectual and moral flaws,
injustice, forgiveness
cruelty, humanness.

Too late then; yet
it's a gift,
that nature gives
to its children.

A chance
to finally say -
It was worth living.