GLOOMY EVENING

Lone was I descending

Through a narrow bumpy steep hilly track

On the fringe of the western horizon

Soon the sun was going to bid farewell

Chirping birds were hurried to their bough

And I was being more inquisitive

Driven by my own humanity

To take this abandoned downhill path

To pay my spared homage

To my friend’s slumbered wife

Know I not where she is sleeping

But I know nearby old paternal dwelling

Down-down beneath the jagged rocks,

In deep in eternal sleep

Must be, I think, I pitied

And I know he will not see me stopping here

To search for, in this gloomy evening

As busy he’s downhill in his cozy fresh home

Deprived she is now

Of physical ailments and mental despair

And is reclining in undying peace

I think, I guess,

Concealed she is within a white rectangular Dome

Around which red, pink, yellow and white blooms

Roses along with the weeds

Bothers her not anything

Neither torment rain nor the scorching sun,

A light darkening veil prevents me to go any further

Curious and inquisitive though I to bear

Being it’s the darkest evening of the year,

I must be a rationalist and must be back home

To accomplish my life’s assigned duties.

21/03/2012