One Evening When The Sun Was Low... - Poem by prashant shaurya
One evening when the sun was low
I strolled down the road below
and deep in thoughts that had a flow
tried to recover the golden glow....
As the darkness began to grow
and to its nest got back the crow
I knew I had something to draw
by moving the brush to and fro...
And then I saw an old fellow
shivering with his head bent low
and with all might the wind did blow
making his heart beat even slow....
And to protect him, I did so
gave him my shawl and made him glow
then said, be brave and fight the woe
to put up a brilliant show
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