Sunday, 31 January 2021

The poem of setting sun

 Sun at its height 

Name, fame at each step

Sun took a long sigh

As steps to go down appeared.

One, Two, three...

"Yes, a circle of movement", sun said;

Smiled,

Took a jump,

With joy, and colours went away,

To return again and again.

On writing

  The night before the working day always hard... Even thinking of it envelops my weekends, and my holidays with grims, why? I never tried t...