Like a child
happy to be back home from school,
The sun gathers it’s rays in fistfuls
And hurls it at the bevy of clouds
Waiting at the far horizon.
The fistful of sunshine lies splashed against the sky,
Its dazzling brilliance
Stunning the clouds
Into a state of immobility.
From the opposite hill,
Dusk approaches on sprightly footsteps,
The crickets’ chirp are
The sound of anklets on her dainty feet.
Kotagiri… May 2018