Magi Poem by Chandra Shekhar Dubey

Puffed cotton clouds
Soar high in mountainous pile
Like magi wandering in their eagerness
To cuddle the lacerated lonely moon.
Clouds soaring in pinkish piles
Break the silence of hibernating moon
Stealing the gaze of shimmering stats
With innocence in the heart and purity in the mind.
Forming in its veil
Luminescent, crystal shades of colours.

The splendour of beauty
Caged in the magic casement
Reminds us of unbidden memories
Sedimented in the oyster bed
Rushing in multiplied waves of currents
Rippling, rolling and beating about
Where our eyes cannot see.