It is in the evening
felt crazy despite
the cool breeze.
The sunset looks gorgeous
the orange sun fascinates
a subdued glory.
The sky turns colourless
the brilliant hue disappears
giving way to a piquant complexion.
The grey grows in strength
as darkness envelops
the night sets in.
The transformations happen
day in and day out suggest
a scenic exuberance .
No matter of the splendor
the exhausted mind
lies in a state of disapproval.
Unable to cherish the natural
qualifications I remain a stone
with no amusement or happiness.
Nature’s mystery declines to set ablaze
the inspiration. The impressions do not
authenticate governance.
A serial less appreciated.
Meenas Poems 