The July sun was set to descend over the horizon,
to bury itself into the red earth of Shanti Niketan;
when I hired a Toto ride – to the river Kopai’s site,
to view the sun’s immersion, in its slender frame.
The smooth curvy road, through rustic landscape,
flanked sun’s tangerine hue, riding trees, harvests:
A man driving bullocks arrested my speeding sight –
just as you rein your errant dreams with a mission.
Sun’s orange glow raced dividing forest from sky,
as one’s purpose determines failure from success:
I permitted the orange balloon to lead my mission –
keeping me racing to my goal – the Kopai at sunset.
At the bridge before my goal – in line with my vision,
the Kopai river looked lean as goals do on completion:
I pursued further – finding a pink temple I stopped at,
where I was bestowed a sunset at its magnificent best.