Evening by Sapna Vishwakarma

 Evening

The evening is spreading,
The redness of the sky is pouring, 
Lie under the clouds
Forget your questions and doubts.
Someone is playing with colors,
As the sun bids us goodbye,

The water stops, 
The birds fly,
To welcome the moon
Yet missing the sun,
Waiting for him to come back soon.


This silent evening
Ask everyone to keep silence
And avoid violence.

Some are playing,
Some are waiting,
Some are studying,
And some are working,
But this mysterious of colors in the sky
Make this evening very relaxing.

- By Sapna Vishwakarma.
 

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