An Evening... Poem by Bharat Trivedi
An Evening...
Blushing red roses grin at me like shy tribal girls,
smothering me with their sweet intoxicating fragrance
While I gaze at the voluptuous curves
of the virgin-white clouds
floating elegantly over the green meadows.
Purring pigeons flutter
their milky-white wings and
flirting butterflies swim in blue waters of the sky,
Water-lilies nod their heads in unison
as they listen to the chorus of the singing swans
gliding in the shimmering lake.
The solitary evening pens a melancholy poem
on the flushing face of the sinking sun, and
Night arrives like a majestic queen
on the silvery sledge of shining stars…
Copyright ©2007 Bharat B. Trivedi
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4/25/2024 7:22:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Not exactly, but somewhere close, a lot of alliteration and metaphorical presentation that induces an ephemeral skimming of the surface of deeper suffering within. Excellent write. thanks, arya. God bless you.