The Evening
Keep quiet like the day that
is about to die
The day has seen all
It has seen the happy children go to school and return equally empty
It has seen the orphan child being chided once again
By the mother who gives the leftovers
It has seen the children of god go hungry once again
And it chose to keep quiet
For there is no use complaining
The evening never complains
It is you who do so
Because the evenings leaves you alone
Throws you into the scary night.
You know well that it would dawn again
There would be another day equally empty like all the other
You are not looking for the day
You want the evening
You want it alive
You want it bright
It fails you
You hate it Evening is
so enchanting
The school is closed only for the day
It would call you again
For the same old empty lesson
Contributed By: Gopal
Yenugonda - I am a Ph.D.in Biochemical Genetics. I worked with AIR in
various capacities. I am now a freelance writer, translator.
I also conduct soft skill trainings. I enjoy reading and writing as well as
listening to classical music. I rarely write poetry.
gopalvy@gmail.com
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