An Evening

 As you know when sun is setting in evening it looks beautiful. In this poem I am going to tell you about a SUNDAY EVENING but I have leave it. Find out why?

It was Sunday, so was funday,
I climbed the stairs & reached  the terrace.
I opened the door,
& I  found something which was not bore.

I saw the view of a beautiful evening,
&  I felt very pleasing.
Birds were going back  to their nest,
&  so down sun was going.

Whole sky turned into orange,
and I wanted to fly in the cloud range.
Cool breeze was blowing & environment was calm,
but something made me alarm.

Sorry I had to leave the evening at that  time,
I forgot to do my home work at time.
Next day was Monday,& Sunday, the funday was over.
And I rushed to complete my home work.