Scenes Of Nature Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The route of my early dawn's walk
Stays same as is the hour of clock,
But I see varied shades of scenes,
Be it the sun, river, or greens.

That day the fog was at its height,
The sun looked nigh moon-like white,
The moon, the colour of copper,
The scene it was mind hopper,
Had I not been sure of directions,
It was hard to spot them in heavens:
Which among them the sun,
And which of the two, moon!

And to mind came the photo-file
I once saw of a Kangada style—
Krishna wearing Radha's garments,
And Radha, Krishna's ornaments….
The sun and moon today
May have changed garments and be gay!

And on a day somewhat clearer,
The scene would be no less-stranger,
The river waters looking golden,
The sun reflecting from the heaven,
And as it rose higher in heaven,
It tended to slowly lengthen,
And look like a rod so radiant,
Like a minaret looking iridescent!

The scene has ever stayed with me
All through my life's long journey,
And a thought crossed my mind
From the far off footprints behind:
The man-made crests of fame may fall,
The nature-made whilst still stand tall!
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Reflections 12.04.2020|
Topic: nature, sun, river, fame