Tumbles saffron box
in lurid sky;
Flowing strands of clouds
sweetly hug
Afar mountain
slope’s misty fog;
Touching shores,
slowly recede waves;
Yonder, a sea-gull
in alluring dreams;
Gentle shade, a
serene cedar spreads;
In horizon, a
gallant golden vessel rises…
Twinkle all tire-less
planet gods;
Stars as necklace of
coloured beads;
While in still-ness
the pea-hens wait,
The fragrance of
their soul-mate…
Who waves then all
the magic wands
To ripen mangoes in
dream-lands ?
Who blazes there all
magic lanterns
Of love, over
feathery green ferns ?
