One evening I chanced to be in a park at twilight,
The pristine amethyst sky absorbing the vicinity was a pleasing sight.
All folks around were getting to leave failing to admire its beauty,
However, I gazed at the glorious transience of dusk in sheer joy.

Fluttering birds flew back to their nests,
And the motley crowd left with their guests.
The park was now devoid of hustle bustle,
With serene silence save for the gentle sound of leaves rustle.
This tranquil solitude made me recall myself as a tot playing in the meadows,
While the trees stood inky and dark spilling their shadows.

I then took a nice, leisurely stroll,
Free from stridency, drivel and everything droll.
For I had worked hard all day long,
And now I wished to be a part of the musical night song…