The Call Of Dusk Poem by Amar Agarwala
The Call Of Dusk
No footsteps trod these tranquil paths
As light meanders away,
The call of dusk when harked aloud
With twilight all set to play.
Autumnal leaves slither on ground
As if seeking some mate,
Deep melancholy urging that
They ought to remain sedate.
A tremouring breeze whispers soft -
‘Passing time will ease your pain,
Then help you merge with mother earth
Till it's time to rise again.'
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When light fades into dark, and twilight reigns like a queen, there is something about nature that is compelling. It intrigues, mystifies and leaves us with a deeper silence within... the silence of the soul. Which helps us decipher ourselves and life.
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