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Beneath A Starry Sky: A Poem by Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

When the leaves were olive green and burgeoning, lushly unfurling

The air, laden with the aroma of wild roses,  jessamine infusing

The sky’s a celebration of blue, the sun of gold

Only respite when colors muted and the moon was luminescent cold

 

The Violet duvet was pulled down on relentless sun rays

Celestial sugar sprinkles emerged like diamonds on display

A million miles away pulsing and beaming at star gazers

‘Twas a special kind of Iris black to hold up

All the stars in its velvety arms and cradles

 

The chirp of crickets, and hoots of owls serenaded us on camping nights

Near the still waters of the lake reflecting a full moon

The earth yearned to get drenched

In sweet honeyed drops of the rainy symphony

When the dusty brown changes to decadent mahogany

 

Argentine moon cast dappled shadows through flickering leaves

Skin adorned with perspiration,

For a caress of cool air, it pleads

The wrath of flame sparked summer is at its zenith

A shade is a novelty and luxury, summer nights are sans mirth.

 

Angels span their cocooning wings sheltering us from heady air

Beneath a benevolent explosion of starry flair

The darker the night, the sweeter is their song

They will glimmer until rosy hues come waltzing along…