At dusk br few miles away br swaying her hands br in the fields of barley br tall enough to be looked at br her swirling black wisps br in the wind br the joy br when she jumped in to the sky br br From the window br I can feel the fresh air br she breathe in br the sound of her anklets br jingling with the peers of her smile br Slowly slowly rushing towards me br the red glow of her face br stretching my stem in her energising warmth br I stoop up in my vace br br For the last five years br in every dusk br I watch the pretty morning br from my vace br this time smile will bloom out br in to the flowers br and she will bless them br with the ting red blanket br at every dusk every daybr br Tarun Sharmabr br