One More Poem on Sunset

Finding peace from the horizon afar

The last light of the Sun

Far across the silhouette of dark leafless trees -

The pure form of soul.

Its identity no longer its fruits or green leaves

Echoed me of purity, originality, and letting go

When the sun was high in the sky above

I lift my face and squint my eyes

Neither the sun nor I can see each other well

To show my calm face with no visible marks,

Whether created or natural, which I used to have

When the day was brighter only to face the Sun.

Now when my room is dark and outside dusk

I can rest a while on my patio swing

And enjoy the shades of the Sunset sky with dark trees in pale light

Since ages, the sunset has moved and inspired humanity

With a promising note of acceptability – Everything that starts ends;

Everything that ends starts again

With every possible imagination – the human mind can imagine

And with a lesson definite – of letting go

Letting go of ego and the sense of belongingness.      

                                                                                              By Bharati Singha