Evening appears like a poetry
But this poem is not of word
Diffused light hums a tune
A symphony I have heard..
Purple blooms stretches arm
To touch the soul of the sky
I a silent witness, each day
As the sun decides to set by..
Unfurling the the love filled heart
Evening stares at the blooms for a while
Entire sphere dances in joy
And the poet in me sits and smile !
~Manjuri~
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