Cool Gloaming

The roses droop low to kiss The stalks and close their eyes The sun tries to lift their heads As it hangs atop the wide horizon The sea of crops whisper to The sky the tales of merciless Monsoon rain hiding behind the Clouds and pours down occasionally The shadows lean on walls To take the final view of the Palms swinging merrily getting Intoxicated at the touch of cool wind Veiled women sit on stairs Sharing stories of chores and Mischief of wayward children With eyes wandering at the fields The din of shouting birds Fill the branches and nests As nestlings hide under wings Getting afraid of ensuing darkness