Under a purdah of cluttering clouds
The Jupiter emerges at Orion
And a meteor runs across the sky;
They're hiding in warmth, for
It's still a little to morn!
Woods seem demonic in foggy hue
Silence runs creeping through the graveyard,
Turning little chirrup of the birds
Into a continuum of smirk!
The devil of lethargy breaks in
Through ripe oranges in frosty touch,
It sows own blood to reap poison!
What a trauma of the days gone…
But, there is, of course a streak of light
Reflecting the snowy mountains,
An urge to clear the lumps
And sprawl out basking in the afternoon sun;
Taking the breath in, passionately
To head towards the light
Up and far, much farther…
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This poem has been published in 'The Assam Tribune'. About nature & inner emotions