Quiet Sunset
By: Paras Ali
Published in
Feb 5, 2024
Quiet Sunset
By the doors of the hills
The sun has kept its
Bucket
Full of silent reds and golds
Layers of new and old
Laments,
A few ragged robes
Of language which never
Comforts the strangers
Tonight, in this unfinished hour
Let the wind stay untamed
I too
Do not wish to explain
Anything,
Happened,
Passed or
Met
Do not ask any questions
Do not make any assumptions
Ask promises to sail away
Towards the shore of the day
Leaning on your shoulder
I have decided to surrender
