As the exalted witnessing proudly; day boon downing red
Sky shutting her eyes while serene dark playing mere thud,
Though engulfed serenely around fading light through eyes
Blinking lake to guise a necklace as garlanding exalted wise,
When scorching day thinly fading; people's flock splendour
As Budha's statue swiftly mirrors breezy water aims render,
Seems romantic clouds scudding to reveal rare cosmic glance
As brightest moon light sprinkling heavenly Budha's trance.
On Budha Poornima...
On 18th May 2012, Necklace Road, Tank Bund,20: 30.
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