When evening rays dance
Flying of birds give chance,
To stare at their flights
Near Shady clouds at heights.
Sparrow takes round
From Sun to the ground,
Pigeon sits calm
As a praying charm.
Paddling of ducks
Play in the water,
Ripples bidding adieu
To the world and creator.
Chorus of insects coming
From brushes and the slope,
Where twilight is a blessing
And dawn is a hope.
The immense sky
Is a palette of deity,
Merging all the tinges
From hearts to the almighty.