The birds fly away from the evergreen pines
As I stir out of bed
And open the window to see
The mountains still asleep
Behind the thick veil of fog.
I fix the binoculars,
Adjust the lenses
Pierce through them
And lo, the mountains now seem awake:
They glide on the wide plains.
A hide-and seek goes on between us;
Till the start of the rain
When the vision melts,
Like the words of love
The time will wear slowly away.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
The birds fly away from the evergreen pines
As I stir out of bed
And open the window to see
The mountains still asleep
Behind the thick veil of fog.
I fix the binoculars,
Adjust the lenses
Pierce through them
And lo, the mountains now seem awake:
They glide on the wide plains.
A hide-and seek goes on between us;
Till the start of the rain
When the vision melts,
Like the words of love
The time will wear slowly away.
published in 'Indian Literature'[Sahitya Akademi-New Delhi] journal in March-April 1981
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