The doe at dusk

 

 

Lies in her lap the sun burnt shine

Charred to tar by when it’s dusk

Then her silvery shine lights up

Latent all the time like deep jungle musk

Her pulchritudinous awareness glows

Agile and innocent like a doe in wild

Poised in beauty like a Yogi on peak

Playful in a moment like a little child .

The hues of life swarm her utterly

She is lost in her flowing fountain

The youth gushes even in her silence

As if thawed glacier from a mountain.

Caught up  in the bustling  life of day

She lights up the sky every night

The doe at dusk casts her magic

With her starlit soothing silver sight.

 

Delhi

2107

24.12.23

12.50 hrs