Hues Of Red Poem by Durai Muhil

Hues Of Red



Hues of red on the faraway sun,
Beaten still with the dawn,
Prowling wisps of white pulled off,
The stage by a hand stronger,
Scenes beautiful on the view,
Cocks on the shivering roofs,
Croaking away to a happy morning,
A sleepy toddler struggling with mother,
An early bird off to the far fields,
A lady a well cranking away,
Heavy on a pot empty of water,
Old men chat at the village square,
Over the steam of their coffee,
Music akin to a myth, from the shrine,
Bells toll away to the too gentle hands,
Insects of the night scurry past humans,
To their abodes again to wear a mask,
Of impunity in the day to arrive,
Mother nature washing away the sins,
Of a night unknown nudging a sleepy human,
Awake to bear him again with patience,
Whence the hues of red turn white with a
Smile benign.

Saturday, January 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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