Evening chronicles

Far away from the dwelling,

I saw a melting sun

From my terrace window,

The red light is illuminating the city.

People are walking slowly down a back alley.

Holding the hands of their little ones,

The grass beside the pathway is growing tall and tall,

I feel like sleeping there forever

and stare at the sky.

While walking alone on a lane,

I often hear a humming sound.

It’s like someone is calling me.

which gives me a sense of gesture.

And,

Sometimes I fret and wonder.

Will I hear it tomorrow?

One day back, a lady unnerved me.

While I was walking back home,

All the flowers on my hands got scattered.

on the ground,

and a few tears welled up in my eyes

I recall my grandmother during those times.

and read her words.

In order to,

Move on

to shine

and feel alive again,

Later that day,

I run into the pasture field of

slept in the middle of it,

and thank God for my existence.