Mellow Streaks of a Falling Sun

When mellow streaks of a falling sun,
Brush past the pages of my life.
To an unknown song that plays in the wind,
Do they jive?

When the nonchalant autumn breeze,
Meanders through the palm greaves,
Pleasant thoughts of a life gone by
Come with the falling of yellowing leaves.

When skylarks upwards in blithe and mirth they soar
And a sparkling rill, reflecting shades of a falling day,
Flows into the horizon,
Into the heaven’s door.

And,
When bedazzled I am by the scented air,
The colored skies.
The last call of a falling sun.

I gaze, I ponder…..
That it’s a life too short to think
“What to do and what’s undone”

And I sit and gaze,
Gaze….till giving way to the first twilight star
Somewhere in the waves it sinks the mighty sun
The crimson sky,
It splits unveiling stars and another heaven of lights
And maybe is a beautiful night to come.

A beautiful night to come…………..

(C) Damandeep Panwar. April 2007.

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