Day abandons it
 Night disowns it

 a poet picks it up
 threads it
 into a poem;
 but sometimes
 it is barren,
 so impotent
 it gives nothing,
 not even to the poet.

While surfing through the net, i came across this gem of a poem by Gulzar, and, wonder of wonders, it’s in English. Being a weekend, me and a friend were exploring various emotionally charged Hindi songs and hit upon the idea of surfing for Gulzar’s creations, one of the geniuses of our time. The poem is about evening and well.. just go through it!

Martin adds

Indeed a beautiful poem - it captures the fleeting, elusive nature of evening as well as anything I’ve seen. And it stands in refreshing contrast to all those poems that rhapsodise about twilit evenings (a time of day and quality of light that have always struck me as more depressing than otherwise. Give me dawn any day).

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