Evening beauty holds its own charm,
Each time, I see sunset slope with endearing dim,
I want to rush and feel that vanishing beam,
As if, to hold, the finger of the ‘Life’s Beam ‘...
The Sun’s dazzling light, smoothes the heart,
All afresh begin is encouraged,
Leaving all endless torments,
Softening you to hold some dismay,
But, finally it cheers you with a blink,
Approaching to lead further with a new meaning,
Daily it gives you a fresh start.
It’s fainting dim,
Is the recall of time…
To feel the value of every day,
To diminish all past ruptured scene,
And lead every day with a fresh start.
so tomorrow is another day... and we sleep with this hope...well written and interesting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty is in the beholders' eyes...........well written