The gust of wind smothers my senses
with the sweet rosy scent
ferried from blushing red rose pollens.
Lotus buds blossom in
green glassed mossy lagoon
nodding their pink heads in unison
I place my cupped palm
on my sweaty eyelids to watch the
cotton-like puffy clouds above
floating in the blue velvety expansion.
I and my shadow climb up
to the muddy apex, where
dirt-brown hills grin at me
like giggling tribal girls,
I feel the wet curves of the mastoid clouds
tapping my shoulder, delicately.
Sun plants a parting kiss on the
luscious lips of envious evening,
who fades into distant horizon
as the magnificent moon
arrives on silver-starred chariot
driven by her chauffeur -
Night…
Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi
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