Sunday Poetry by Amita Ray

PEACE ON PLATTER

The morning awakes in bridal splendour
Coy sunshine skims the mountain slope
Earthy fragrance in embossed moss
Creep up the gradient
The smell pristine

A river cascades down
The plunge resounds in a cavernous heart
The sound transcendental.

A hill mynah chants a prayer
To mystic charm of engulfing birch
The sight abiding.

A cloud glides, caress my cheek
In tranquil humility overlooks smeared drops
The touch divine.

Awakened in ethereal bliss I assemble
Smell, sound, sight and touch
Roll down shutters of escalating concrete
Taste peace of senses five
In Nature’s platter.