As the Sun paces its journey upon the Earth,
And sends darkness to a dearth,
A new hope is given to one and all,
To work upon our mistakes or sweeten the gall.
As the day grows old,
People start refusing the gold,
The gold of opportunities that
Is lying in front of them,
Hence wasted creates mayhem.
As the evening approaches,
The people rejuvenate and concentrate on healing the scorches.
No time is better than Twilight; they say
When lovers meet with sparkling eyes and colours gay!
The Moon makes its slow march and gives the most perfect end to the day
Garvita Khybri
nice poem garvita.the voice of hope is expressed well