The day exhales its final hum,
As gold dissolves to embered hue.
Across the fields, in hush and bloom,
The sun sinks slow—its last adieu.
Fiery clouds guard heaven’s rim,
Their edges kissed by molten flame;
Above, the sky grows deep and dim,
A tranquil blue, too soft to name.
A dried tree stands—bare, proud, still,
Its shadow long upon the ground;
Shrubs whisper low as the frill,
Where peace and silence wrap around.
No wind, no call—just fading light,
In this still hour, the heart finds peace
And warmth that drifts to greet the night;
The world grows calm in soft release.
Post Script by Dr. Bishan Monnappa
At sunset, the world does not end — it simply learns to rest in its own light.
Seems more like meditation in color and calm — the blue of distance,
the gold of farewell, and the hush that binds them.
Shot in Coorg, Xiaomi 15 Ultra, Nov 2025 Ⓒ Dr. Bishan Monnappa
Very nice. I like Dr Bishen’s artistic expressions, be they in photography or verse, from time to time
Today is Guru Nanak Gurpurab. We Sikhs have a lot of commonality with Kodavas – so let me share the above verse in response to Dr Bishan’s lovely post.