As The Evening Falls

As the evening falls, Birds return to their nest. The twilight clouds wander around, Leaving a floating chiaroscuro of lights and shades Of an array of colors; white, golden, purple and blue. Here I watch you fade away, oh damsel clouds! I know not who has tinged you with such nice colors, I know not where you would wander away from here! But I do know, that you are free to wander away To wherever you want, And here I wonder behind my window grills, As a captive in the cage of happy domesticity, Watching you wander away at your will! Dhaka 26 July 2017 Copyright Reserved.