Tumbles saffron box in lurid sky;
Flowing strands of clouds sweetly hug
Afar mountain slope’s misty fog;
Touching shores, slowly recede waves;
Yonder, a sea-gull in alluring dreams;
Gentle shade, a serene cedar spreads;
In horizon, a gallant golden vessel rises…
Twinkle all tire-less planet gods;
Stars as necklace of coloured beads;
While in still-ness the pea-hens wait,
The fragrance of their soul-mate…
Who waves then all the magic wands
To ripen mangoes in dream-lands ?
Who blazes there all magic lanterns
Of love, over feathery green ferns ?