Where the sun goes down steadily

                                                         Pitaji at Arpita's home on Holi- year 2014.

I start I understand

And then I do all over again

I follow in difficulties

The things that cannot be

Still I begin, where I end-

Over multiple attempts

Alone I let pass

The red, the yellow

The sky lined with shades

Sometimes orange-

I shall wait

For just this to happen

By the running street

Where the sun goes down steadily

Until it be, infinite times.