At the horizontal point
**At the horizontal point**
Sun creeps to the horizon;
Silent and slow-paced,
With crimson face and pale light in eyes.
He travels to a citadel of hope
For open out an empire of thought
The womb of desire fecundate here again
To elicit us from a sullen pall of darkness.
Or to rise up us with a crystal face again.
But once we all have to sink
Under the horizontal point of life
At a crepuscular momment of time.
Silent and slow-paced,
With crimson face and pale light in eyes.
He travels to a citadel of hope
For open out an empire of thought
The womb of desire fecundate here again
To elicit us from a sullen pall of darkness.
Or to rise up us with a crystal face again.
But once we all have to sink
Under the horizontal point of life
At a crepuscular momment of time.
VIPINS PUTHOORAN
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