A Night In Winter

Dripping drops of diamond dews Ice-cold beads encompassing numerous hues Swirling down the peacock-green leaves And get disappeared on the bed of sheaves. Dew drenched path bear fine imprints Of scurrilous insects in their nocturnal stints Cool are the Moon, the trees, and the huts in the dark Coolest of all is the place where I work. The cool breeze brings the weirdest of tales As an eerie silence reigns over undulating vales Hoots of an owl or the ruffling of feathers Down into the spine they send the shivers. Sliding down to the west, on the slate Of an opaque sky the panoply of teeming stars Will hide and rest on the lap of the earth Followed with its cohorts by the exuberant Mars; In the roof-tops, foliages and stacks of hays The witches move hunting for preys The priest with candles and a silver platter Mutter prayers sprinkling the Holy-water. Warming itself by the cindering fire The cat dozes off with half closed eyes It gives a shake to its languid tail To get rid of the bothering flies; For the white beam, it won’t be late To spread across the sky through Heaven’s gate. For afar a mellifluous tune can be heard Perhaps to its beloved is calling a bird. Clouds of colours flit across the firms As the birds dive for supple worms. At the sign of night’s surreptitious descend Village girls gather at the river band.