A Night in My City
Sun sets in the western sky
Stretching its orange arms in the horizon,
Silver clouds reflect the golden tinge of the sun
Slowly dark veils descend on the earth.
Flights of birds fly across the sky
leaves of the peepultree murmur the evening hymns.
A puff of cool breeze works its way through the woods
Hark ! I hear the chiming of bells from the shrine nearby
Sound of the wheels die down ; puffs of smoke subside
noise of the crowds become whispers.
A few stars peep out of the clouds
The silver clouds become dense dark clouds
indicating the oncoming of a night shower
The thick green foliage get ready to receive the rain.
The parched seeds under the earth are ready to sprout
to make this earth a greener one.
