The Sunset

Tighten the noose around the neck of the dying sun

Let it not escape, let it not sink beneath the horizon

Leave it suspended a while longer, out on the skyline

I am not done watching the sunset, it is not yet time


Scatter some birds, let them fly homeward bound

Let the seductive breeze blow swishing in sound

Let the Dandelion’s break and sprinkle on the sky

Like tiny white cottony clouds moving by and by.


Let someone strum pure notes on a lyre or guitar

Let those rise up into the night, clear, high and far

Let them reach out to the sun, entice him to sway

In this dusk in my life, let me dance my troubles away

Image – Sebastien Gabriel via unsplash


About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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