How many sunsets one has to sit through and sift

Before real darkness sets in like the stubborn one

Many dreams and nightmares have to be crossed

Dawn can only mean as much the awake soul feels

It is the lucky fellows who can sniff the fresh dawn

And can smile at the beautiful sky without malice

Life can be expensive in the cities and indifferent

Probably, the narrative can only be like a stiff prose

Without the grace and real aroma of nature’s feel

Enthusiasm around the banalities continue till sunset


5 thoughts on “Sunset

    1. Thank you so much, Bushra. Poetry encompasses the event of life so philosophically. That’s the beauty of composing and reading them.

      I am glad you liked this, Will surely think of getting my work published.


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