Evening

a poem by Shobha

The eerie silence
broken by stray calls of birds
in the garden full of trees
and colourful flowers
the cricket in unison
then the engulfing darkness
wrapping things in its folds
an empty pathway
after homeward rush
breeze swaying the trees
bringing relief from
the oppressive heat.

A typical scene
yet different each day
only details changing
like one more evening
in the life of the Man.