The Wanderer’s lull

The evening spills in molten gold,
Clouds like silk in heavens rolled.
A hush of warmth, a whispered tune,
As daylight fades from the setting sun.

Amidst the grass so wild and free,
A lone wanderer rests in glee.
Her frame is kissed by twilight’s glow,
A restless soul that loves to run.

Impatiens bloom in Pinkish hue,
Their petals catch the sunset’s view.
They sway, they nod, as if to say,
“Rest now, traveller, end your day.”

The Engine hums a dreamer’s song,
Of winding trails and roads so long.
Yet in this field, where flowers sigh,
Even the steel finds peace beneath the sky.

Image Shot in Coorg, By Dr. Bishan Monnappa