Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


I ambled languidly on my rooftop terrace at evanescent dawn, 


Invisibly faint rays of light gently caressing my silhouette; a chilly breeze blowing across my soft ear, 


The cuckoo gave loud chirps; a blend of resplendent birds soared high in the impeccable clouds, 


I felt dreariness besieging my exhausted eyes; and soon dozed off lost in realms of a mystical reverie.


 


I woke up with startled jerks; stupendously bewildered by dazzling light of the 


full Sun, 


Splashed my face several times with cold water; trying to audaciously stare into the crimson ball of fire, 


Although I miserably failed in my attempt; as the astronomical proportion of heat burnt my scalp, 


And I submissively sat down reading the crisp newspaper; in remote dark corners of the terrace.


 


The crystal sky now displayed the midday sun; blazing down viciously in full fury, 


Sweltering hot currents of breeze now blew across the window; virtually melting all in proximity to water, 


As I incessantly consumed large pitchers of sweet liquid; refrigerated to freezing ice, 


To get temporary reprieve from the distressing agony of the Sun God.


 


A few hours later dusk strangulated the exorbitant heat; radiating serene pink light, 


The eagles in the sky were now returning back to their dwelling; densely foliated trees rustled vivaciously in the gusty wind, 


The atmosphere was impregnated with obstreperous voices; as children played in the silver sand, 


I stood in mute silence; leaning on periphery of the colossal water tank; as I  


witnessed the mesmerizing sight of the Sun going down.


 


As the seconds zipped by; dusk unveiled itself into starry night, 


The sky now; was entirely obfuscated from the Sun; looked enchanting with a cavalcade of stars, 


Emanating mystical light; illuminating the darkness with a bountiful sparkle, 


I watched her innocuous features; the beauty of her form a few feet below; 


thanked the Creator for putting her to sleep, 


Incorrigibly vowed to spend many more days on my roof top terrace; as her


sighs now converted into deafening snores.



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