My Home

My Home The evening star is burning bright, Dim darkness is paving the way, Light from the eyes is slackening, The wave is ebbing towards the west, The sun of life is falling asleep Into the depth of still profound. The light of the world is gone, Day is rolling into the dark space, Night is calling for deep rest, The song of the world is quiet, Returning home the daytaler, Birds are on their fluttering wings. In the distant shadow of the milky way is my home, The unknown abode of my tired soul, Inaudible voice of cogent calling, I am to go follow the flying feathers, The milky way and the Shadow of floating clouds. @prabir gayen: 18 June,2020,2: 43 AM.