Seeing the evening ,descending on the sky
Time to wind up work, birds' cry
Mind is deceiving & drifting away
Toil & sweat exhausted every nerve for the day
Dark clouds are hovering over the mountain
Standing next to the window she must be impatient
On the trodden path going up to the town
Next to the fireplace,families gather around..
How long it will take to reach my abode
Been to this path day & day long
Oh ! see the kitchen chimney burning so bright
Oh ! it's fireflies playing the trick on my bleary sight
Dragging & wobbly on this narrow path
Fatigue has pierced my body apart
Thought of fresh food for tonight's supper
Intoxicated me again with some vigour
I knock at the door
Hear a kettle whistles on the stove
Waft of baked bread fills up the store
Within I hold passion galore
Her fingers play magically with the dough
A sight to watch her dazzling aglow
She hands hot tea & sit besides me
Her smile takes away the weariness lurking around me..
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