Twilight - Poem by Deep Mukherjee
W ipes out
L and of fantasy
I n a far distant maze
G od is busy in painting
H er colours of tears and raptures
T hen twinge twists in pinch of reality
Truth wipes away the infertile land of fantasy!
Twilight creeps in
Crimson dreams yearn in the sky
One last quest of salvation
Like birds returning to nest!
Comments about Twilight by Deep Mukherjee
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye