Poetry By Kaberi Mukherjee

The Summer Eve

The evening sky entwined in a tapestry of lustrous gray,
And the clouds hung in merriment and gay
Creating chains of silvery laces
Woven with sun rays.

Here, the land adorned by the Great White Cherry,
With her viridescent companions
Swinging with sunny zephyr,
Wishing to embrace the twilight canvas,
Spreading its arms.

The cottony balls dance holding hands
As if a spell is cast with a magic wand.
The beech tree welcomes the droplets
On the new leaves as jingles of anklets.

The twilight sky unfurls its shades
As if nature’s playing colours.
A hush falls softly on fields and streams,
Cradling the world in golden dreams.

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