Sunny Chopra

(30th January / India)

A Bissful Day


Streaks of tepid sunshine
with magical golden spell

Provoke latent indolence
for fresh fervor compel

Scatter of nomadic clouds
of varied shape and form

Reflect strokes of artistry
nature aiming to perform

Trees full with mangoes
heralding in joyous time

Cuckoo cooing in concord
some singing choir sublime

Distant sight of goat herd
led to the vale to graze

Reflecting innate beauty
never ceasing to amaze

Fortunate I’m to witness
appreciate and behold

Old saga being replayed
to let minimalism unfold

State of indulgent basking
on such a day is required

With fishing by the brook
and little tipple is desired

Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, February 28, 2014

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