Sun creeps to horizon, <br />Silent and slow-paced, <br />With a crimson face and <br />Pale light in eyes. <br />Travels to a citadel of hope <br />For open out an empire of thought <br />Womb of desire fecundate there again <br />To elicit us from the sullen pall of darkness. <br />To rise up with a crystal face again. <br />But at times our mind will sink <br />Under that horizontal point <br />At crepuscular momment of our life.<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-horizontal-point/
