Dusk comes, softly, slowly, like a shy bride <br />Dusk comes with a golden-red veil as if to hide <br />The diamonds in the hair, the khol in the eyes <br />Heat arises from the earth and flies <br />Straight into the sky; birds twitter <br />Suddenly life doesn't seem to be so bitter <br /> <br />A mud path leads to a lane bordered by trees <br />Dusk falls, each home has its stories; <br />Clatter of pans, people back from work, now <br />Approaching darkness, trees in shadow <br />Now voices that rise and fall, babies cry <br />Dusk falls and the day bows and says goodbye.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dusk-comes/
