A Peaceful Evening

 - by Pratyush Parashar Das

The humid evening sighs, waiting patiently for the night to give it some rest,

As the Divine Creator paints the skies with colors that are ethereal, and finely blest,

The air around me seems to hum with the anticipation, as if expecting not just an end to any other day but a revolution,

'Tis at this moment that the winds softly swirl around me, reminding me to take it slow,

Thus I feel peace begin to take hold within me, illuminating my aura with an inner glow, 

And the voices in my head begin to quieten down, my forehead becomes smooth, bidding adieu to the unseemly frown,

So my soul unwinds and remembers what it's like to be alive, experiencing a sensation as sweet as the honey of a freshly made beehive.