In Hues Of Dusk… Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

In hues of dusk
Scarlet sun in remorse smile
Gliding beneath Viridian vale,
Beholding pale and gloomy mask…
The palms of labor has paused
In hues of dusk,
Relaxing the day in weary moors
Hungry bodies are on heights of husk…
In hues of dusk,
O’er waves of Azure
The Moon is sailing fade and fade,
Nevertheless;
Dusk in his fascinating fiesta,
Admires the mellifluous screeching
Under giant mallow shade…
In hues of dusk,
Behind petals of mauve
Metonym to conceive,
The intimate pair of dove,
Under beams of radiance
A glistening pair of love…
In hues of dusk,
The flute of wind
Whistling in sky,
The glowing crackle on roof of earth
Slowly silently blinking their eyes
Hiding behind clouds
Beholding lust of coy…
In hues of dusk,
The day melting dry
In fear of dark
The rain of dews cry…
In hues of dusk,
The soul of breathings,
Recalls;
A dusk of life arriving soon,
Where the body rests
And finally falls…
In hues of dusk,
The grass green sheet,
Regrets o’er,
The missing dismal feet,
Cool and lone are the lanes
Missing burning heat…
In hues of dusk,
The souls of emotions
Beholds spiritual air,
In Closed eyes and in folded palms
Lips dances in Lord’s Prayer…
sometimes;
the nature too speaks,
where the day shines bright,
the dark fears night,
sometimes;
the nature too admires,
the gay of dawn
the gloom of vex
In hues of dusk,
In hues of dusk...! ! !