One evening when the sun was low <br />I strolled down the road below <br />and deep in thoughts that had a flow <br />tried to recover the golden glow.... <br /> <br />As the darkness began to grow <br />and to its nest got back the crow <br />I knew I had something to draw <br />by moving the brush to and fro... <br /> <br />And then I saw an old fellow <br />shivering with his head bent low <br />and with all might the wind did blow <br />making his heart beat even slow.... <br /> <br />And to protect him, I did so <br />gave him my shawl and made him glow <br />then said, be brave and fight the woe <br />to put up a brilliant show<br /><br />prashant shaurya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-evening-when-the-sun-was-low/
