The setting sun today spoke
of tragedies and sorrows
amidst the life of a day
the goblet of fire too
weeps at conjecture
left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable
who engulfs,
the sweetness of melody,
the music of nature of its arrival…
haunting the innocent birds to their nests
shivers the sky
man trembles…
O! human, you knoweth not,
I worry for my beloved,
the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,
when I return
of the nights terror…
she sleeps alone, cuddling ,
while the sky cries,
the earth gets misty…
Alas! I must leave
you
to the fate of your own destiny.
soumyav 