The sunset.. mild cold.. flowering smiles....
Everyone has their own evening themes
From cries to smiles to anger to fear
It is always us who creates evenings

Darkening skies.....
Leaving birds......
Loving hearts...
Blowing cold....

Liking this coldness...
Breathing this tiredness...
Hoping for a tomorrow...
Liking this coldness..

Here I'm in this evening
Watching everything and everyone
My dear ones.
And my love

Too much story for an evening
Days keeps rolling
The beauty of evenings remains same
Untouched for ever and ever