There will be an end of days-
Must I struggle when the sun sets?
But rather drink the fading rays
and find my peace in coral clouds
where godly light reflects on waves
creating crescent gold vignettes.
And in the darkly impending night
my starless wishes will belong
in words my feeble hands will write
on one last page as the sun sets,
for there will be an end of days-
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds