Sunday Poetry by Amita Ray


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.
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