Dusk comes, softly, slowly, like a shy bride
Dusk comes with a golden-red veil as if to hide
The diamonds in the hair, the khol in the eyes
Heat arises from the earth and flies
Straight into the sky; birds twitter
Suddenly life doesn't seem to be so bitter
A mud path leads to a lane bordered by trees
Dusk falls, each home has its stories;
Clatter of pans, people back from work, now
Approaching darkness, trees in shadow
Now voices that rise and fall, babies cry
Dusk falls and the day bows and says goodbye.
day bows and says good bye. what an amazing piece of writing, full of gentle images.10 for this. i am going to add it to my favourites. please read my after the sunset, on same lines
Dusk paints beauty here, elegant lines, pleasant composition...lovely poem.
Beautiful in language and structure. The imagery conveys the transformation from day tonight with all its magic and mystery.
Dusk comes, softly, slowly, like a shy bride Dusk comes with a golden-red veil as if to hide --------------- So beautiful - I cannot resist - so much has been said - I can see a Turner or Monet painting- Merci
I truly enjoyed this majestic poem. It is wrought with imaginary and warmth.
Dusk falls and the day bows and says goodbye. ...........Nice one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rani, this is an amazing composition...poetry at it's finest ....the opening line - Dusk comes, softly, slowly, like a shy bride Excellent *10*10* best wishes Jon