Sunset (or eventide) is one of the most beautiful gifts of nature. This poem is an empathy of Sunset. It objectifies Sunset as an entity which feels for a human sitting under a chestnut tree. There are certain strings attached between humans and sunset. On human end of the string we find sunset comforting and beautiful. On the other end of string the Sunset finds.....
Defeated maybe I; yet I caress thee
Drowning in this bottomless line; just like thou painted me
As I intertwine with this century old chestnut tree
By which thou art resting solitary
I touch this nature’s furrowed paw
And feel a century of scars on this wooden scree.
As I embrace this grassy nature’s skin
Unto which thou art resting solitary
I get a sensation so akin
As infinite blades of grass fit in infinite pores of my skin
Defeated maybe I; yet I caress thee
Entity of past will be I soon; leaving behind this gentle golden sea
And yet in thee I find nothing to feel
As I stroke thy skin and everything underneath
What enigmatic broth doth thy soul conceal?
Which my placid touch is unable to heal
Amongst the familiar voices, a whisper of air thou art
Reticent to the pathos is thy alienated heart
And yet I glide towards thee for intangible reasons
As I perceive in thee a thousand summer seasons
Defeated maybe I; yet I caress thee
I am defeated every day and yet I can never foresee
Thou gaze at me as if thou art breathing me
As thy lungs get filled with my soothing gleam
Solitude has hollowed thy soul as I caress thee
I can feel thy presence as feeble as a fleeting dream
Though thy presence be void unlike grass and chestnut tree
But this eternal pact with solitude will set you free
And now, I am defeated by dusk and farewell I bid thee
This solitary air dissolves you as the horizon dissolves me
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