Dusk balances her shade this time
A boundless paddy field in green
Other end beyond the eyes of viewer
To justify it from this narrow end
Sky seems in a passive gesture
A tired whisk of a golden day
Uniformity that colorless around
Senses a faded mark of time
Nothing seems in a lively mood
All wish to fetch a rest house of time
Companionship is passive this time
As one cannot create a heaven for all time
All the rhythm that withdraws for sometime
Colorless and uneven patches
To support the miseries and its cascade
Is it the vision of blurred and misery?
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