The cynefin turns gold
With the setting of the sun,
The entire city gets draped
In Ochre like deep sunburn.
The lustrous narrow lanes
Extends like welcoming the moon,
Endowing the mansion with purple rays
It waits for the night to arrive soon.
The pillars of the fortress
Stands still witnessing the sunset view,
Relishing the magic of shining body
It encounters the sky giving a golden metallic hue.
The evening of Jaisalmer shines
With the Khartal’s song in the night,
Representing the damsels in jhagras
Dancing in sunset light.
As the sun plunges dark
The entire elegance move to sleep,
The next day a better impression arrives soon
With a new elegant scenic clip.