As the day ends, the orange ball in the west, <br />Keeps me queered and I try to quest. <br /> <br />It dangles low and ready to rise tomorrow, <br />Keeps me shivered and reflects my sorrow. <br /> <br />Everything, every song, every noise, reminds me of you, <br />A face in multitude and thought it was you. <br /> <br />You, like the sun has set, but never to rise again, <br />In this life, but your rays and your spirit live on, <br />And as I watch the setting sun, I always bargain <br />Only to be countered that life has to go on.<br /><br />Er.(Dr.) PRADEEP KUMAR MOHANTY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-521/
