Moving Out In Cool Evening

I am at the bottom of the hill Hiding in its conical shadow When sun is dipping behind it I watch the children running Away towards their homes When sky in crimson color is lit A cool wind starts blowing With a swishing sound and Bending tall grasses and trees They run in groups shouting And chasing each other as Shadows fall tall across the leas I run behind them too to reach My home as the darkness gets Thicker and the wind gets cooler I stand on the stairs to pray the Almighty as lamps are lit and In cold my body begins to shiver