Silent Horizon

Silent Horizon

The bright evening sun leans to the horizon,
shadows stretch across the quiet park.
An old man moves with trembling steps,
a faded bag sways at his side.

One hand clings to a weary stick,
the other searches the dustbin’s mouth.
Not for treasures, not for gain,
only a piece of forgotten bread.

Far away, children’s laughter drifts in the air,
golden towers glow in the distance.
But hunger bends his fragile frame,
while the sunset hides his sorrow in red.

GR kaviyoor 
08 09 2025

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