Sunset Poem by Bhaskar Sharad

Every day i sit back,
gazing through window,
watching the sunset,
nature's crescendo,
the darkness is falling,
its falling everywhere,
dusty little winds,
hazing awares,
i rephrase,
standing by the window i gaze,
the sunset.

a reddish sky,
and a tinge of gray,
like an angry young man,
waiting on his prey,
a devil's delight,
raving at the sight,
that the darkness is falling,
its falling everywhere,
dusty little winds,
hazing awares,
i rephrase,
standing by the window i gaze,
the sunset.

some four or five lamps,
shining bright,
making a presence,
standing upright,
trying to bring a change,
going in vain,
and the darkness is falling,
its falling everywhere,
dusty little winds,
hazing awares,
i rephrase,
standing by the window i gaze,
the sunset.

a fading light,
and the glowing lamps,
trying to hide a fact,
making amends,
it's always been there,
it's always be there,
yes, the darkness is falling,
its falling everywhere,
dusty little winds,
hazing awares,
i rephrase,
standing by the window i gaze,
the sunset.