Trees' jagged branches
catch the sun sinking a moist
hummus color spread
and coating the edges.
Pointed, thrust into seeping
ink of violet cotton,
is the mountain, chalk
colored. It is beautiful ogre,
deceptively majestic.
It eyes a village
weaving native life.
Spines of which are wild
burnt-colored bones of the forest.
Its tangy scent, sweet to prey
that lure the lion, whose deep
yellow is the hue of this
indiansunset The sky now a crude
acrylic portrait.
The sugar- soft dirt
covered paths collect footprints.
Carved into a life.
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You have captured the beauty of nature and of indian sunset superbly in your poem. I get lost in those superbly penned lines. I slip into the peace they exude. Thank you for sharing