Sunset Poem by Suman Mukherjee

In the outskirts of the town, there used to live an old man,
He used to wake up early in the morning, to see the rising sun,
None saw him ever talking with anyone, he was all alone,
But he used to stay always happy, from the dusk to afternoon,
He had a dog, which died in last winter, only then he cried,
That’s all; he never dropped a tear again, till he died,
When the dog was alive they used to chat together for hours,
None ever felt interested to know them, none ever visited them,
During the rainy season, under the heavy rain showers,
When all ran towards shade, they used to dance under the rain,
In the spring season, when the flowers used to blossom,
The old man used to touch them gently, used to walk around his small farm,
At night till the moon disappears behind the cloud, as its frequent intervals,
The old man and the dog used to sit under the vast open sky,
The moonlight used to fall on their living, binding the grass curls,
Maybe they used to love that time, when reality was just a lie,
When the dog died, the old man cried a while and then he dug the ground,
He put the body inside the ground and covered it with sand,
After that the old man scarcely used to come out of his hut,
Maybe he had lost his entire livelihood, to a place where it’ll remain unfound,
The night started to miss them, so did the shining daylight,
His life was always without colors, but after that it was not even white,
Maybe he thought someday he’ll walk away towards the sunset,
Where he’ll meet his dog, there he’ll never need to wait,
At last he left his old broken body; his soul flew away to the sky,
Where he will be able to see the sunrise again, a place where he can’t die…