Nightfall

Days dust has not yet settled on The path and across the flat rooftops. The pale streak of light is fighting Hard to leave the silk curtains that It has grazed all through the sultry day. Whistling woods stands like an apparition Below the darkening sky cajoling fatigued Souls to lie still inside ballooned nests. Sparkling ripples are strewn as garlands Of stars across shy stream around the hillock. Off and on a soft howl of restless fox Hangs loose above the bed of swinging crops. Ash smeared hands play with silver and copper Bowls to erase left over paintings of the day. Shadows as monsters of night brush past Mud walls to fall and die in a corner trapped In the cobweb. The pale star teeming like a Feeble soul augurs an action packed night. Tremor of a sad tune seeps deep into The minds and lulls them to rest as one By one lamp succumbs to waving of hands.