The day draws to a close
the sun retreats fast
the dusk sets in without a force
the light would not last
the night spreads its wings
the grey clouds turn black
I sit over a cup of tea to drink
there be many files in the stack
I set those to an aside
merrily watch the play in delight
with a novel beside
I spend the early night with a blithe
while I enjoy the spectrum
sleep slowly descends and engulfs
I doze off gradually hearing to the rhythms
the notes of the night rise with a stealth
I half asleep think of beautiful anecdotes
happened in the past with fortified strength
a pleasurable evening needless to say
exhilarated me in all the ways.
Meenas Poems 