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To the dusk!

A curtain of radiant golden, gently It removes

With setting in the west heavens,

Enabling beings to long to return homes


And here shines the moon 

With its innocence of soothing showers of bliss 

And with all the hidden messages 

Of roaming around in the subtle universe

Of one's dreaming self 


From mango grooves are gazing

these blissful trees in a muse

The enveloping silence

Of the cosmic heartbeats

Frees the self with no excuse


Oh! The dusk

Seems fathomless

The spell of your silent music;

The melodious harmony of

The heartbeats of existence


This journey to the dawn

Brings about all the memories

Of Self wondering grossly

In the outgoing of consciousness


Oh! The dusk

To The eternal Home lead I

To the light of lights

For much have wondered I

In the dark woods of words

To the wordless O'dusk!


Dr Deepak Bijalwan 

22 April 2024

 Dehradun 


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