One evening when the sun was low
I strolled down the road below
and deep in thoughts that had a flow
tried to recover the golden glow....

As the darkness began to grow
and to its nest got back the crow
I knew I had something to draw
by moving the brush to and fro...

And then I saw an old fellow
shivering with his head bent low
and with all might the wind did blow
making his heart beat even slow....

And to protect him, I did so
gave him my shawl and made him glow
then said, be brave and fight the woe
to put up a brilliant show

prashant shaurya

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