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.

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