My Sunset Is Coming Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
My Sunset Is Coming
To the fresh flowers I touch
And feel its silky petals and kiss
I inhale its fragrance so sweet
And its beauty I don't like to miss
To the flowers at the noon
I watch closely and feel so sad
Stung by the hungry bees
It lost the nectar, suffered and bled
To the flowers in the dusk
I watch it drooped and weeping
A message for my happy
Life that my sunset too is coming
Sunset has equal significance as the sunrise like birth and death dear poet. It's destined not scheduled. Liked this poem from its other dimension.
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7/28/2025 6:34:47 AM # 1.0.0
This is simply excellent....thank u, dear Poet....