Dusk comes, softly, slowly, like a shy bride br Dusk comes with a golden-red veil as if to hide br The diamonds in the hair, the khol in the eyes br Heat arises from the earth and flies br Straight into the sky; birds twitter br Suddenly life doesn't seem to be so bitter br br A mud path leads to a lane bordered by trees br Dusk falls, each home has its stories; br Clatter of pans, people back from work, now br Approaching darkness, trees in shadow br Now voices that rise and fall, babies cry br Dusk falls and the day bows and says goodbye.