Homeward Plods A Weary Ploughman Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Beyond the window
Is the setting sun.
Beyond the fields
Is the spreading twilight.

Beyond the mountains
Is a lingering silhouette.
Beyond the seas
Is a becoming night.

The waves are ceaseless
The air is vibrant.
The voice of the wind
Is but an endless whisper.

Birds are returning homeward
And homeward plods a weary ploughman.
The curtain is getting drawn,
Shadows are cast over the dales.
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This composition was done when my father was in a comatic stage during the end of his life.