The evening prayers

The sun sets to take leave of us for the day
The brown man drags back bended like the sunflower
Orange sky shining with costly smoke
Children hop their way in innocence shower.
When the desert land sing heavenward
In smaller dwellings a brass bell rings with incense.
Somewhere in kuchha homes Jerusalem is remembered
All the Gods are made to awake and descend.
The ignorant mortals offer prayers
are blind to the One God within
Hidden by layers
Of pashmina,jewels and skin which ,with time,only thickens.