A Ritual Before the Dusk

We bow our head in obeisance,as

One More day is going into oblivion;

The dusk Is slowly coming

To announce the footfall

Of the night pitch dark;

We could survive the day just

Because Of your benign help;

We were lost

In the wilderness

Till the gleaming rays of hope

And joy illuminated our life’s journey.

Kindly accept our emotional offering,

In silent language

Emanating from

Our hearts-pure and stainless.

Tomorrow once again,

we will repeat the ritual, coming

To you like the rugged fighters,

And most humble human beings too.