Sun descending in the horizon,
After a day long travel to rest,
Fading under the heavenly blankets
With colours of fire in the sky
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hope is what keeps us going, they say its a clutch, but at times that''s all we have. you built the poem with wonderful images. simple folk still have a lot of reselience, unlike urban elite, young or old.10 an insightful write with compassion. happy new year Mamta
expectations and hopes alone we gather at the end of our everyday journey, Vidyadhar...an insightful write with good images inside...10
Fantastic use of language and sentimentality.