An Anti-Aubade

An Anti-Aubade

A lantern at a far-off cottage twinkles
Cattle huddled safe by shepherd who plods
Quietude descending in evening
Only the fireplace lit up by woman.

The sun has started heading west
The birds in the sky retreat in flocks
Cacophony, too, of the market recedes
The breeze softly languid urges to sleep.

Motley bunch of street kids flee in unknown alleys
Only stalls of ciggy, betel and wine hum
To get rid of sadness or celebrate
Keeping wives worried in dingy cells.

The temple chimes play last tolls of the day
Devotees of the quaint town pay homage
Warm glow slowly sprawls transforming glistening noon
Cosseting eyes with the fervid colors.
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