THE  FASCINATION

There I see
A cluster of clouds,
Here I sight
A beautiful rainbow
The gales of wind
Across the meadows
Fascinate my view
To stir my inner self.

On its routine
The evening Sun
Slips behind the hill,
While the shadows
Stretch to vanish soon.
The surfing babble
Of homecoming birds
Sail slowly
Across the rivulet
As if set to tune
By the blowing wind.

Like a honey bee
Thoughts gyrate
Around budding thoughts
To evolve out
Honey-laced musings
At this fascinating hour
Yes, they may perhaps
Crisscross thoughts horizon
At this appropriate moment
To infuse some worthy feelings.
 

T. ASHOK

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