The evening

                                                Akash visits New York- Summer 2010

 

The fall of evening,
The return of birds,
Why does the chirping fade,
Then, instead of going up;

It is the afternoon sleep,
I scream, ‘Help-help’,
When I wake after a bad dream
And no longer want to think;

The rain has stopped, finally,
I can hear the children
Come out to play,
I go to remove the curtains
And look, but then let it be;

That I keep on going
And do not arrive;

It is clear then,
Mind alone cannot age defy.