Evening Again
It’s evening again the best part of any day
Day’s high has now sobered down
Into a reflective calm
Before night forces them into submission
Thoughts one by one, mount horses
And start clearing fences
That had them corralled in daytimes
It’s also a time to watch the setting sun
From any place on earth one might be
As has been seen by countless generations before
And will be seen by countless generations ahead
Have seen it so many times that it hardly excites me
One might nonchalantly say
The universe might then, whisper in their ears
You really haven’t seen it even once
With an open soul
I broke from my chain of thoughts
Reined my horses to look at the sky
Few clouds floated extremely high
Not even one accompanied the sun
In it’s last few moments of the day
And the sun, I watched in horror
Was being pierced by vertical iron bars
Sticking out unevenly
From unfinished concrete columns
Of a building being built across
And maybe to avoid being punctured
The clouds had decided to float high
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
A very vividly written poem.
Then Sadje. Edited it again. Please go through if you have time.
Okay, I will.
Indeed, the additions have made it even better.
Thanks a lot Sadje
You’re welcome
Nice poetry .
Thanks Arbind Kumar
Wonderful 👍
Thanks a lot Rahul.
I think the evening being the best time varies from person to person by age and life experiences. Lonely people beyond their 60s feel lonely and sad watching the setting sun.
Yes. I agree. That’s a totally different scenario.