The Sweet Honey Evening

When the scorching sunshine of summer slows down to glow

When the cool breeze from the Ganges’ heart starts to blow

When the birds from their day’s food search return twittering

When from every household sweet conch sounds start blowing

It’s the soothing coalescence of day and night in the evening

Retired person walkabout on the open roof at their residence

Unsullied air, in their hearts, eases with comfort, and resilience 

When the setting sun gives a warm orange tinge to the sky

When the flock of birds’ happily flap their wings in return fly 

When in the distant sky a pale crescent silvery moon appears

When office- return persons reach home and meet their dears

It is the honey-sweet evening of excitement, hope, and cheers

Kids tightly hug their parents for the whole day’s absence

They relax with the family from the day’s exhaustion and tense

When in the temples evening worship to the deities starts

When hymns, chants, bells ringing, conch sounds are its parts

When somewhere from a distant colony folk songs are heard

When some old folks gossip, enjoy fresh air in the Ganges yard

 It is the honey-sweet evening of excitement, hope, and cheers

Many things have changed in a village scene in the evening 

Cattle in the herd no more go to meadows and return from grazing