As I stand in the shades of twilight
And look back at the day passed,
I hear whispers of love
In the songs of the returning birds,
Lapping of the gentle waves,
The passing clouds overhead,
The distant, beckoning horizon
That ushers the setting sun.
These songs take me to dreams
Of a world unknown,
Where I would wander alone,
But not bereft of love.
The songs of love,
The gentle waves,
The passing clouds and the setting sun
Will remind me of the love you bestowed.
As the nocturnal birds prepare to fly out,
And darkness descends,
I write my twilight verses
While the sun sinks down.
Some unspoken words inspire me quietly
To write the poems that I haven't written,
To speak the words that I haven't spoken
In acknowledging your love, grace and kindness.
Dhaka
25 September 2016
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(Photo Credit: Masuma Choudhuri Rumki)
Beyond beauty are your words They delicately touch the soul With a melancholic touch That for the reader does so much. Just quietly, lovely and unforgetable
Thanks for the soft, soothing and kind words Sandra. Much appreciate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Setting Sun! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
My pleasure, EKL! Thanks for the comment.