The Ending Day

A sister poem to the breaking night.

The Ending Day

The daylight turns to a orange haze,
Setting everything onto a fiery blaze.
Loud noises, flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
As the market closes down all around.

The humid heat beats off the baked clay,
Customers and sellers haggle to a final say,
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, the adhan calls,
Bouncing off the still buzzing market street walls.

The daylight turns to a red haze,
Setting everything onto a fiery blaze.
Loud noises,flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
Response from a large crowd to that echoing sound.

The humid heat no longer beats off the baked clay,
Walking to the masjid worshippers recall events of the day.
Haya alas Salah, Haya alas Salah, the adhan calls,
Bouncing off the now empty market street walls.

The daylight turns to a small white haze,
Everything no longer appears to be ablaze.
Loud noises, flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
From the masjid, from the praying,now the only sound.