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(17th March 1999 / Bhopal)

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From Dawn To Dusk

The tenebrous tiring tipsy night strutted away,
As the sun tarried to commence its dynamic day.
A bluish beam lingered in the air,
But something amidst the bluish beam,
Let out farrago fervour of euphoria.
The sun rose up like an incensed inferno.
The first scarlet rays opened the beautiful buds,
And the rest that shadowed opened my eyes.

The sun raised in the cerulean skilful sky.
And feathered friends flitted high.
Clouds, as if a featherbed,
With scarlet outlines of the sun's rays.
Wrapped up in ethereal liberal light,
The stars in deep dry slumber.
The town's all yellow and ablaze,
After the dismal discordant night.

The sun's all up, barbarous like a ferocious fire.
And since morn, it's gone up higher.
The tree's considerate canopy is a parasol,
But the daylight reflects its hazy hue.
Everything and anything, everyone and anyone,
Is scorched and sweltered!
Felt as though the powers above are in wrath,
Uttering curses through this waspish warmth.

The Sun departed and the ambience changed,
The Sun and stars rearranged.
The Sun sparked off to set now,
Downwards and downwards, seemed like a yellow bowl.
The bluish beam lingered again and awaken were the stars.
The divinity has considerably calmed down, for the waspish warmth decreases!
Awaken like the stars, was the town from siesta!

The Sun had now gone black.
The brightness seems to lack.
Twinkling were the stars,
And the bluish beam from the mesmerising moon.
The day's over and yet the Sun will approach,
To convey another dynamic day.
The moon makes dark, contrary to the Sun.
The buds close and so do some eyes, the town's all lighted now.

The tenebrous tiring tipsy night strutted away,
As the sun tarried to commence its dynamic day.
The sun raised in the cerulean skilful sky,
And feathered friends flitted high.
The Sun's all up, barbarous like a ferocious fire,
And since morn, it's gone up higher.
The Sun departed and the ambience changed,
The Sun and stars rearranged.
The Sun had now gone black,
The brightness seems to lack.
This is how the day lumbers, after night the day the night.
From Dawn to Dusk!

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013


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