Rays of endless warmth,
Shoot from behind the clouds,
Playing hide and seek in the sky,
As dusk arrives by the lake...
Flocks of birds fly home,
Their claws all stretched,
Their dreamy feathers spread,
As dusk arrives by the lake...
The stray dogs howl in joy,
Bidding the melting day a cry of goodbye,
Sitting straight with their ears alert,
As dusk arrives by the lake...
The petals decide 'It's done for the day',
Soon they droop away,
Leaves and branches close their eyes,
Roots stop their underground chase,
As dusk arrives by the lake...
Now the water turns a deep orange,
Unlike a scenery in the art gallery,
It speaks a language ' Strange',
Ah! it turns green again,
Although without any flattery,
As dusk arrives by the lake...
I simply stare at the ascending moon,
A creamy white, to my eyes a boon,
Silently it steals my soul away,
I wait for life, as it drives,
For I would only love to live,
To be a witness of the arrival of,
Dusk by the lake...
~ Kripa Sarkar
No comments:
Post a Comment