The spark of noon

 

The sun flutters now

Culminating from

A snailing start

Much like a nascent hatch

That often is overshadowed

By haziness of a cloud

As the dawn progresse

It Stretches into tuft

Of twigs that weave the morn

The noon is the first flap

When the dazzle hangs

In the sky and beyond

Now the ascent towers

And stagnates into a siesta

Till when the siren beckons

The mast returns to the Harbour

And the graying cloud smiles

At his opportunity of vengeance

Like a Sunday evening

The dusk sinks with certainty

Into an eventual night

While the spark of noon

Like the flashing youth

A bud of promise

A smile to remember

A feeling to cherish .

Delhi

23.49 hrs

2050

15.3.23