AT EVENTIDE
SANDEEP KUMAR MISHRA
The pale elderly Sun looking back,
Through the holes of warm mountainous gaps
Toward his legacy which he owned
And enjoyed in his nubile time;
Those worldly parceners
Are preparing for a new morrow,
The birds, homeward, in a row
Like a bow aimed at the twilight sky;
Slow lowing herds measure tired trails,
As herdsmen plod their weary way
The dust clouds mask the air
In this sphinx inky time;
Holding a glimmer of eve lamps,
The trees erect ghostly figures;
Look! The premature early “Hesperus”
With his twin, a half crescent moon
A delicate image with starry background
When Sun touches his westerly abode,
Wise interact on a stony –round banyan
Faint church bells in spiritual broadcast
Airs the tenure of mortal industry;
This is divine dusk time,
Reminding the inevitable to
You, O Feeble Mankind
Through the holes of warm mountainous gaps
Toward his legacy which he owned
And enjoyed in his nubile time;
Those worldly parceners
Are preparing for a new morrow,
The birds, homeward, in a row
Like a bow aimed at the twilight sky;
Slow lowing herds measure tired trails,
As herdsmen plod their weary way
The dust clouds mask the air
In this sphinx inky time;
Holding a glimmer of eve lamps,
The trees erect ghostly figures;
Look! The premature early “Hesperus”
With his twin, a half crescent moon
A delicate image with starry background
When Sun touches his westerly abode,
Wise interact on a stony –round banyan
Faint church bells in spiritual broadcast
Airs the tenure of mortal industry;
This is divine dusk time,
Reminding the inevitable to
You, O Feeble Mankind
Sandeep Kumar Mishra is an outsider artist, an International freelance writer and a lecturer in English with Masters in English Literature and Political Science. He has edited a collection of poems by various poets - Pearls (2002) - and written a professional guide book - How to Be (2016) - and a collection of poems and art - Feel My Heart (2016).
