Sunset

Browsing through my old collection of hand written documents, written much before the explosion of computer and internet epoch, I found an old poem. A classic piece which astounds me now. I faintly remember being a literary genius, back when I was younger. In 6th Standard, I had attempted my first write up, Ramayana. I had read the unabridged version of the book and wrote the story in the form of an essay. I remember it to have come out very impressive.

Inspired by my father, I had begun writing. Short stories and poems mostly. I also remember winning the Short Story Competition at Champak. Hah! found that antique piece hidden in my collection as well. I signed, those were the days !

Here goes -

Sunset

Dreams of intoxicating love
Pure as honey, sweet as wine
Smooth as a white dove
But devastating as a mine.

Naked, he was standing alone
His whole life flashing by
His lips mouthing a silent moan
The fiery falcon he could hear, fly.

Wonderful dreams descended upon him
When he thought of the maiden
The happy times, an unbroken film
Pleasurable thoughts, his mind was laden.

The fair lady, slim and elegant
Deep desire of a wife
Scattering charms with her scent
Enchanted his entire life.

Black beautiful hair, rolling waterfalls
The fairy beauty, river of milk
Her melodious voice, a nightingale calls
Her irresistible figure, an embodiment of silk.

He lay still on his bed
Love lost, beyond repose
The flower, nipped in the bud
No longer for his joys.

Yeah its crude and can be shaped better, but pretty good for a kid - huh?

Signing off !!