Twilight Rays

 
Twilight Rays

Lean and wondering the wondrous sky
How magnificent you are to spy
Brownies beam make my bed yellowish 
Lost in that forgotten place of paradise 
Evening cicadas and birds melody chirp
Call for everyone to sing on their shift

When coppersmith barbert sits on branch
Set to sing melodious song tuk tuk tuk
Cricket's chirping make zhin zhin zhin
Till the ears become half deaf and heal
Despite despondence of gloominess
Offer alluring scene touches soothe

Sweetly breezing and blowing air
Touches me gently for serene fair
Humming of that forgotten song
Pleasant whistle matches sweet tone

Heads touched of foothills in the east 
Slowly moon appears with smiling face
Spread love through her beams of light
Granny would point on her smiling face
And tale an absorbing tale of caricature 
Under Banyan tree a lady husks rice 
Her pet dog sits besides her and wait

Recollect unremember fond memories 
Sedimented in bottom of silent memories
Bachelors and spinsters playful at their rising stage 
Bridge with charming folk songs and sages
By whistling and humming 






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