The day comes to an end, And the dusk takes the light away. Everything feels so drowsy And we face the Sunset.
The flying wings of time, Changes everything in the life of mine. The things are never same; As life comes and goes as a game. The player loses or win doesn’t matter, Even if the life scatters, No need to be upset that we lost a day, And be cheerful that a day is coming ahead.
The moon is glowing, The Stars are dazzling, The beauty of gloaming, Is healing our tuning.
The light comes and goes; The sun rise and set; The life is always passing by, Nothing ever remain the same, As we faces the Sunset.
”Au revoir” , said the Sun with a smile Sliding down the western horizon Painted in gold and crimson all over Richer than ever in its glamour My gaze followed it till the moment It was no longer visible on
The morning flock returning to their nest, Piercing the yellow shine in the high sky, Mighty mountains and silent trees stood witness, To the painting drawn by the scorching sun, The sweet rhythm of waves and the coldness of The
Remember those days, time spent together with friends, felt like forever, when looking for the four leafed clover, we would hover all over. Hiding in the bushes and up above the trees, seeking the insects of different species, hide and
Sun spreading its colourful rays, Slowly dispersing in water at pace, The clouds saluting its attitude The waves tuning its magic magnitude, It’s time for Sunset! It’s time for Sunset! Blowing breeze carried text of peace in it, Foot stamps
Majestic is the setting Sun, Lighting the entire horizon, Crimson rays so cosily warm, Dazzling with a strange charm. Its flames are leaping high, Engulfing earth and the sky, All ablaze with red fire, Like a bedecked pyre. The dying