Sunset At Marine Drive
Written by drtaher
May 16, 2008
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As the sun strives
to meet the horizon,
The smog of Bombay rises to greet it;
The burning orb of fire
is now a mere red ball of light
struggling to sink into the sea–
so that it may rise again–
tomorrow.
Now it’s orange, now it’s red;
Criss-crossed by dark bands of polluted air –
and now it’s almost brown-red, with an orange cap;
Soon it will be seen,
no more.
Birds fly o’er its face,
racing to unknown destinations;
There – the sky turns orange, then pink,
then red and gray…
as the sun,
now oblong and distorted,
finally touches the horizon
and sets.
It is gone,
and so must I.
I’ve sensed the presence of God…
and witnessed Eternal Truth.
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Blessed are those who can feel the presence of the Almighty….not in temples,churches or mosques but in nature or themselves….Good poem…pleasure reading
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