Nightfall Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Days dust has not yet settled on
The path and across the flat rooftops.
The pale streak of light is fighting
Hard to leave the silk curtains that
It has grazed all through the sultry day.
Whistling woods stands like an apparition
Below the darkening sky cajoling fatigued
Souls to lie still inside ballooned nests.
Sparkling ripples are strewn as garlands
Of stars across shy stream around the hillock.
Off and on a soft howl of restless fox
Hangs loose above the bed of swinging crops.
Ash smeared hands play with silver and copper
Bowls to erase left over paintings of the day.
Shadows as monsters of night brush past
Mud walls to fall and die in a corner trapped
In the cobweb. The pale star teeming like a
Feeble soul augurs an action packed night.
Tremor of a sad tune seeps deep into
The minds and lulls them to rest as one
By one lamp succumbs to waving of hands.