Sunset

Slow and steady I toil along,
Down the road to the town I belong,
After a hard day's work I return,
To find my city under the setting sun.

Flame-red rays lighting everything,
The crops look like fiery-beings,
A farmer is returning with his cart,
To get home and take his apple tart.

The sun is like an orange,
Gleaming red out-skin, looks strange,
Mist is reducing everything to a blur,
Everyone is tired including the mangy cur.

Night is falling fast,
And dusk wont last,
Gloom is deepening and there's lot to ponder,
When darkness settles yonder.

I sit upon the parapet on the terrace of my college hostel and look at the setting sun.