Vanishing sun, trailing saffron light,
Silhouette of hill fades into night,
Birds in droves towards their nests
Fly, slumberous day slowly rests.
Quietly night tiptoes on earth,
Crickets sing, in woe or mirth?
Their song hears a wanderer lone
Afar, treading paths unknown.
Unseen roads which way they lead?
Cricket’s song, pray, you heed,
In darkness deep as you roam
Hope you find your way home.
poetic indeed..
ReplyDeletesome of the poems earlier are really beautiful..my favorite being song of a vagabond!