Young Life

With the coming of twilight 

Redness swept over the sky

The dawning of moon and dusking 

Of Sun gives a charming sight.

Standing alone

Under the black shades of the sky. 

Absorbing these twinkling of lights 

Far away from worldly life.

Hearing those buzzing beetles 

Far somewhere in the gloomy night 

Poor soul tamed in their healing voice 

Which lost ago in rushes of life.

Sitting alone Under a bare sky 

Reminiscing the days of 

Young life.