At Sunset

It’s the Time of a withdrawal Redness gratify its elegant past Stream seams optimistic in its way Sky grafts beauty with its bop It’s an array of withdrawal World whisper there in its side Mist covers there with its cold arm Border yard is empty this time Field is green yet blurred in long way Blue shadow widen its arms Redness revamps in blue shades So that the invasion over that way To grab the world to the emptiness Loneliness waits on in its corners There a loner hugs its calmness! ©2015 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.