Scenes Of Nature

The route of my early dawn's walk Stays same as is the hour of clock, But I see varied shades of scenes, Be it the sun, river, or greens. That day the fog was at its height, The sun looked nigh moon-like white, The moon, the colour of copper, The scene it was mind hopper, Had I not been sure of directions, It was hard to spot them in heavens: Which among them the sun, And which of the two, moon! And to mind came the photo-file I once saw of a Kangada style— Krishna wearing Radha's garments, And Radha, Krishna's ornaments…. The sun and moon today May have changed garments and be gay! And on a day somewhat clearer, The scene would be no less-stranger, The river waters looking golden, The sun reflecting from the heaven, And as it rose higher in heaven, It tended to slowly lengthen, And look like a rod so radiant, Like a minaret looking iridescent! The scene has ever stayed with me All through my life's long journey, And a thought crossed my mind From the far off footprints behind: The man-made crests of fame may fall, The nature-made whilst still stand tall! ________________________________________ Reflections 12.04.2020| Topic: nature, sun, river, fame