Lake Eyasi
III-II
We see the birds welcome a fiery ball, that never fails to appear like an orange from the borders of the grassy skyline.
It steadily goes up and turns absolutely golden, first radiates, then blazes the horizon.
The grass and the tree, the bison and the gazelle all swoon.
All looking for a shade, waiting for lake Eyasi to put it inside her womb, when it is down.
And then it’s dark and dusk, The sky turns blackish mauve.
Its velvety surface is squandered by diamond dusts all over.
We, two the perplexed spectators, absolutely charmed,
And in dearth of phonetics, filled with admiration for the phantom, visionary painter, Working on his ever-changing canvas.
The Eternal One
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