Moving Out In Cool Evening Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I am at the bottom of the hill
Hiding in its conical shadow
When sun is dipping behind it
I watch the children running
Away towards their homes
When sky in crimson color is lit

A cool wind starts blowing
With a swishing sound and
Bending tall grasses and trees
They run in groups shouting
And chasing each other as
Shadows fall tall across the leas

I run behind them too to reach
My home as the darkness gets
Thicker and the wind gets cooler
I stand on the stairs to pray the
Almighty as lamps are lit and
In cold my body begins to shiver