Twilight

With the sun downing,
In the deluge of west horizon;
Twilight descends majestically,
Draped in crimson shroud.
In that hour of gloaming,
Sheppard boys call their cattle home;
With blowing dust of cattle's hoofs,
Cloaking the setting sun to fading glows.

Warblers spread their wings,
For a fly-past with dulcet tone;
To hide in the branches & twigs,
Before darkness of falling night looms.

Twilight melts in the mist of dimness,
With slowly shedding off crimson shroud;
Casting the west skies fast,
With the veil of darkness.

With short-lived twilight gone,
West skies gives birth to,
Planet Venus with glowing light;
Before stars in myriad numbers,
Cast the skies with glows & radiance.

Twilight takes humans walking in grey of gloaming,
To wafting in rhapsody;
With pensive thoughts taking stock of life,
Of bygone days.

O, Twilight, can't you stay a little long time
With a tapestry of unfading crimson shade
In the west skies;
To imbibe humans in poetic hues?

O, life's grey of gloaming
Can't you paint a pinch of color further;
Before your journey of plunging headlong
Into the flood of eternity begins?

Humans go through twilight of life
Before sinking in the mist of time.
And bloom a perennial flower
In the afterworld shrouded in mystery.

    The writer is a former civil Servant