The dusk
When the sun falls down behind the hill
The sky fills up with the dark
With my dreamy self I hear
The wild dogs out there bark .
The twinkling stars in the sky
Behind the dark clouds they fly.
The owl from the crooked tree
after a long time, it flies
with no flashing light on its face
it feels that it is free
But when the moonlight falls on me,
I think;
How naughty can it be?
And when my dreams start to occur
My face,
Feels some fur
When I open my eyes to see
I find out
It is my dog looking at me with glee!
Krishna Shah – VI – A