Orange hues slide in the sky gradually
the sun too needs to retire
dusk aims to do things individually
in its signature attire.

Day disappears
partial darkness starts whispering
desires reappear
it’s the hour of pampering.

Birds head home finally
everything looks golden
things are done lackadaisically
humans too prefer being in their den.

It’s beautiful and enchanting
be it a mountain or at the horizon
religious ones start chanting
it’s breathtaking in the Amazon.

Sombre vibes make way
it makes one drink
twilight has a say
nothing can make it shrink.

Some sing and dance
some stay quiet and reflect
some are in a trance
O! it’s beauty makes one deflect.