Twilight murmured in the ears of the wild,
Flickering, she said, ‘I am night’s child.’
Behold my changing shades she said smiling,
The wild wondered, how come evenfalls so beguiling?
Dusky clouds and the blazing hue,
Can there be a more stunning view?
The hour of silhouettes and the fading blue,
It’s a moment so tender like morning dew.
The sun is setting down the hills; tranquil is the emerging night,
The cicadas are singing but the Denwa is quiet,
They say the beauty of sunrise is worth a sight,
But at river Denwa, the sunsets are equally bright.
Courtesy : Malvika Verma
