Sunset by the river

Sunset by the river

The red setting sun is shining in the dust. At the end of the day, the noise around stopped. A different kind of peace comes down to nature. Animals and birds go back and forth. After a busy day, it is time for the tired people to return home. There is a natural silence everywhere. Nature decorates itself in a different color with the red of the sun. Standing on the banks of the river, one can observe the enchanting beauty of the sunset. The wide river bank, the river flowing in front, the sky colored with heavenly aura — this Shaiva, seeing the beauty of this unique form, does not quench the thirst of two eyes. It is as if the Creator of the universe has hidden himself and immersed man in majestic beauty. A mysterious Maya is creating a world and playing behind the scenes. Standing on a lonely river bank at sunset, such a spiritual thought comes to mind. Watching the sunset on the river bank reminds me of some verses of Rabindranath Tagore's poem: In the evening, the stream of glitter glistened in the curved darkness, like a curved floor covered with a sheath. In this Mahendrakshan of the end of the day and the arrival of the night, the world seems to be in a game of reunion and separation. . The sky and the ground are silent face to face. He spread the unearthly silence in the vast riverbanks, in the mountains, in the forests. The sunset scene in the dense setting of the shady village is reminiscent of the sweaty-drawn shy bride. When you watch the sunset on the river bank, you can see the multidimensional beauty. Standing in front of a huge body of water, red generous sky above, open river bank in the twilight, one can enjoy a wonderful natural view. The water of the river became red with the red color of the sky. At this time the color changes rapidly on the horizon. After the red tip of the incoming sun on the forehead, the world looks like a bride. The sight of a sailing boat floating in the water of Senarang in the glittering waves is wonderful. Along the banks of the river, white bucks, gannets and sand ducks flutter in the wind. The crimson sun loses its warmth and turns red. At one time it seemed as if the river and the sky had merged on the horizon. It is as if the sun is listening to the melody of the hidden sadness of the earth. Then the fireman sank into the river. Darkness covered the black sheet all around. The sound of chirping, the tinkling of fireflies, the chirping of the wind create a new obsession. Sometimes in the evening it seems as if the village girl is standing on the river bank with her red and yellow sari wrapped around her waist. After a while, it seems that this is just a fantasy. In the dim darkness of the evening, the craftsmanship of the crushed ala on the six waves of the river is truly astonishing. I wish I could put my hand in the craftsmanship of that wave. Touching and seeing the strange hide and seek of Alaechaya. I hold in my heart the sweetness of the wonderful form of the dense evening. But in reality that is not to be. In the context of the red sky and the huge river, the variegated shava of the sunset is just glowing on the screen of the mind according to the picture painted forever. The heart is filled with an eternal feeling.