September Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

It is in the month of September
The dusk falling lightly across
The horizon creating a halo;

Suddenly it feels like you are
There and you are not there;

The flat wind touches your face,
When you are watching the
Magnificent orange glow of west;

The birds move back and forth
Like leaves fallen from branches
And lifted by the sky;

You can only imagine
It may be cold or hot or may
Be both at the same time;

And you can't help whistling
A song watching the evening star
Sitting cross-legged in a deep musing.