Mundane sunsets

I watch them stare at the setting sun

Every day-

Each Sunset, for how long I don't remember.

They stare and exclaim in wonder, asks me to look at it.

They stare like a poet

But with every glance states a scientific fact about the sun

Sometimes their words also include stars.

they asked me-

"Have you ever seen a really beautiful sunset?"

I told them about the places I had gone chasing for sunsets...

They laughed, and said-

I see the sun go down every day, from this terrace.

I have never been anywhere else.

They often bring poems of great poets asking for meaning

Not realizing the poems they are writing with every unaware moment.

Their poems have only one meaning and no rhetoric.

I am glad I get to read them!

They asked me to share the gush of cold wind after a hot summer day with them.

They asked me to share the rain...

They neither like poetries on rain and nor do they politicize the rain

for them, Rain just rains!

They are beautiful.

Someday-

I wont share sunsets with them,

someday the sun will die

someday they will grow up.

And that day the poems will read like stories.