The day rose
after that stand-still, dark pause,
Like an infant’s mysterious muse,
pinkish horizon took shape
with dreams huge.
Warmth and light rapidly spread,
Light prevailed and darkness retreated
with an uncharacteristic dread,
Shadows first lengthened
and then shrank to become bold;
clung firmly to get noontime foothold.
With crowning majesty,
the moments moved towards the zenith,
Everything warmed for brightest glory,
With a firmly straight venture
written was that glorious story,
Roses, roses all the way,
Endless seemed that ray,
Meanwhile the pendulum
swung the other way,
During the lazy afternoon’s lugubrious sway,
shadows silently crept away,
In that slumberous silence,
many a leaves gave away
to the titillating pulls of
mother earth’s gravity song,
Shadows panicked and slowly-slowly
ebbed away to become long,
The other horizon now crimson and red,
It sprayed colours sad,
Lolloping tongues of its funeral fury,
firmed up like death sentencing jury,
Tired voices, slow steps, ebbing strength:
The day that had risen
with such pomp and show,
It was wiped away after that
feeble twilight ‘no’ .
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