Dusk's Serenade Poem by Sourav Khatua

Grasps the light out of sky
Scatters them unconditionally from focused sun's eye
It's the days's twilight that dives and lies
In the sacred lap of heaven stares at one's eyes
Smiles below the window and above the ocean's rise
Lighting sun with blow of wind gives surprise
Holy red color follow the heart whenever it cries
It's not the anger or fury of hostile sky
It implies that the sky is blushing in shy
Sings the birds, it's time to leave and fly
Fly to the home which is not nearby
It goes and comes without being standby
Indicates the day's ending without saying goodbye