End Of The Day

Once again, it’s evening time

Like yesterday

And a day before

And many more yesterdays

Thrown on the shore

By the ruthless ocean

Of what’s called time

As darkness filters the light

Choking it sweetly, till it dies

Making it look beautiful almost serene

Appearances do count

Even for the Lord Time

What is the dominant feeling

That will pass through our mind

Fatigue, regret, triumph or relief

Or disappointment the day won’t

Come back again

End of the day or end of the days

Nothing much separates

Both of them