Twilight

It was "Twilight"-

When sun set was about to hit the water-

The turtle rose up and sunk down deeper,

All swans turned towards shore,

It was the last light of day- twilight wanted to assure.

Birds sounded sad while were returning to nest,

as day intensely focused on to take rest.

Sky forced its mind to split into two parts-

One was hiding the sun, another one needed to see

the rest day focus.

It was "Twilight"-

A boy loosely tied a string with his finger-

It just hold a kite lighter-

No strength, no weight-

The boy tried to wipe dust and sweat-

He knew soon the string might break,

And the kite would float away with or without any trek.

It was "Twilight"-

The ship looked haggard and careworn,

As if it suddenly felt the sun was setting down.

The wheels were still in pace under deep water-

Water insides bubbled-

Crews could sense that they should reach the shore earlier,

The bell from the deck was jingled and jingled.

It was "Twilight,"

A booming sound came from the entire landscape,

The rolling terrain glistened purple-

Through the dark metal line-

A long running train was heading towards a shrine.

It was "Twilight,"

Mothers wanted to call back their child from day's final play,

By the time they looked back, a dark line seemed on the bay,

The darkness of evening coming down by nature's art,

Their nerves pulsing like a tiny orange heart.

It was "Twilight,"

The day tried to meet evening's eyes,

His head lolled against her chest,

His work was done since sun's rise.

Evening hugged day's waist-

She said, "Can you feel? my bond is too tight!"

Soma Bose

Soma Bose is a political science graduate from Kolkata University, currently living in Pune. She loves to read and write English stories. A few of

her self written micro fictional stories have been

published in the Scottish online journal, Friday Flash Fiction, as well as poems also.

Some have been published in the New-Zealand

based journal, Flash-Frontier. Currently she is active in writing for India's Bangalore-based online journal

named Indus Woman Writing.

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