When the sun will go down
Everything will turn into brown
As if they are in sleep
In the mid of vales deep
Birds will lie in their shade
Flowers seem as if they are fade
And there won't be any noise
Not even the fly's voice
Everything will be hushed and calm
Like the last penny on the palm
As if now decline will come
In this huge deep life's drum
Where sky also looks very pale
As if it is waiting to avail
last chance before it is drowned
To sleep on the bed of the ground.
Seema Chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-sun-will-go-down/
