Yet Another Evening

Sun, post a day's toil
Strolls down the horizon
To roost behind the hut

Last rays of light
Disagree to leave
Like sullen faced children
Driven home from play

Lonely Venus appears
Perhaps too early
For the show
Or waiting patiently
For lady love
To appear in grandure
For those coveted hours
Of wine and dance
Glances, smiles, kisses,whispers

The sky quietens
As nests fill up
And landscape wraps itself
In the cloak of obscurity

Its the hour for all
To return and reflect
To retire and refill

The sun contented
Light , eager for tomorrow
Venus in anticipation

Alas that's not the story
Of urban spiders
Caught in their own web
Of metropolitan life

As the clock
Draws down shutters
Over another day

Was it really another day ?
Or just a clone of yesterday?
Replicas of disenchanted living
Neither full with today
Nor hungry for tomorrow

Finding not a shelter
From frowns and fret
Not an inspiration
To ponder and rejuvenate

It is just the hour
For the wheel of life
To finish another identical turn

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

it is told
IT will not wait
for anybody's turn
still writers do are obstinate for
its change.
will not be the COURAGE?


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[Solar]

Was it really another day ?
Or just a clone of yesterday?
Replicas of disenchanted living
Neither full with today
Nor hungry for tomorrow

Those lines capture the theme of the poem!

[sarik]

Masterpiece !!

ty for sharing Ms Banerjee

[Sanjukta Sen Banerjee]

HivSarik, really glad that you liked the poem. Thank you for the encouragement.

[sarik]

you deserve this Mam,

really appreciatable....