Evening At The Lake - Poem by Lalithashree Ganesh
The weather is dry and warm,
On the street, there are dry fruits from Kabul
And Pakistani pomegranates, ruby red.
A pearl-like shine from the dew on the jasmine,
The tulsi leaves dance; to the sway of branches.
Pushy wind. Dry.
A sense of freshness from the crisp sunset,
The most orange orange
Reflections in the lake,
The snake-bird watches,
As we walk toward her; away she flies
Above the lake. Ninety degrees.
The pied kingfisher plunges; beak first; straight down!
The sun is setting.
Birds fly to their homes
We walk back; satisfied :)
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