Dusk has matured with little darkness,
Cotton cloud has become golden and black.
Horn is blown by time, light is glowed,
Fairy shore is lit by stars fallen in core,
People are rushing towards sea to see boats,
Dusk fair is planned to prolong up to night.
But night jamboree of light will be charming,
Lighthouse will indicate direction to come,
Sailboats crossing far distance will arrive,
People have gathered to welcome fairy stars.
Seashore town is covered by blanket of cloud,
Sea is waved with golden pearls of emotion,
An alien is swimming in sky just above sea,
Retailer lights are very bright in row of hope.
Some are dancing and some are singing here,
Time is spinning automatically with due love,
Seashore sand has become holy to shine again,
Bathing in waves of sea many are feeling zeal.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,26 November 2017. All rights reserved.