Evenings!

As soon as the sunflowers go to sleep, 

And owls wake up from their slumber deep, 

When the nightingales are probably singing their last note, 

And from somewhere across the world comes a good morning quote. 

There are small stars flying in my garden, 

'Where are all of you?', shouts hostel warden,

She finishes her chores and sits by the open door, 

Watches the kids playing by and becomes a kid once more. 

The little one sees the sky changing its colours, 

As if deciding a perfect nightdress while her friends enjoying crullers, 

It displays every shade from orange to purple, 

While I write this poem in my personal journal!