As the Sun’s orange glow spreads,
The monsoon clouds pause,
By its soft radiance.
They wait awhile before bathing
The valley a verdant green.
The sky acquiesces to Surya
And rich hues cover its canvas.
Stately cedars stand sentinel
Melting silently into silhouettes.
Oh and if I could, only if I could,
Add to the lyrics of the birdsongs,
But I stand, mute and enraptured,
As the heart of our solar system
Passes into oblivion.
It is on its way to a galactic year
Around the Milky Way.
Our Earth brothers in another land
Awaken to a radiantly sublime sunrise,
As we down here
Are romanced by a mesmerizing sunset.
Yet, we keep raping and ripping nature,
Challenging the fiery orb
To reduce us to ashes,
With its wrath and ire.
Thankfully that’s not to be,
Not here, not now.
And I count such todays
With gratitude and veneration.
(This poem is a feeble attempt to atone for the devastation of nature, by trying to appreciate its beauty and magic through free verse. One evening, as the sun was setting, random words swirled around my mind. I took a picture with my cellphone camera and wrote these lines. This happened while I was on an extended stay in the hills of Himachal Pradesh.)
By: Achal Bindraban.
Date: 23rd July, 2019.
Location: Himachal Pradesh, India.