“the sunset dance” is very “comforting” type of
poem.
In which I have just not only used my words but also a mug
full of feeling, feelings of freedom…I like that poem it
has its own imprints on my mind………


The Sunset dance

As the sun sets in the west,
everything turned to pure gold.
After the migration, birds did the rest,
and even I myself get sold*

I stretched my arm in a way,
that made me like a swan.
And the “ultimate sun’s dying ray,”
fall on me as I ran.
I put my mind to a side,
and let my tension flew away,
I gave my strain a big ride,
Even the sky seemed to lay,
I throw my shoes from my feet,
and unzipped the expectations pocket .
With my full heart I started to breath,
and let me flew like a rocket.
I thanked my lord for giving me a chance 
That helped me to get fine
I now  just love to do my sunset dance
Which teaches me that I am here to shine ….