Sun creeps to horizon,
Silent and slow-paced,
With a crimson face and
Pale light in eyes.
Travels to a citadel of hope
For open out an empire of thought
Womb of desire fecundate there again
To elicit us from the sullen pall of darkness.
To rise up with a crystal face again.
But at times our mind will sink
Under that horizontal point
At crepuscular momment of our life.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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