the waves are dancing low n high
on the sea spreading his golden net
the glorious sun is about to set
The leaves rustled a meloncholy strain
The nightingale sang in pain
in the slowly blowing breeze
Swayed the silent trees....
oh!dusk the most beautiful hour
of a day full of glories n power
u have not charm of dawn nor noons might
u hav not the divine lullaby of night
But u have in u more of grace
u r blessed with a serene face.
and the power to bring back memories old
and turn everything pretty gold...
As these lovely waves play at my feet
faar there in the horizon
the sea n sky meet
a sand castle built by a child sways
and reminds me of my childhood days
though i know a day may follow another
and always dear ones cannot be together
whenever i see the sunset
i wonder why my eyes r wet!...
