Magic Time Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Off and on
The sky looks bright and dark;
As light in the west playing hide
And seek, pale shadows move on
Floor weaving and leaving their marks;

High and low
The clouds float in a slow pace;
At the east edge of the sky peaks
Begin to shine as the fresh moon
Emerges slowly with a glowing face;

To this side and that
As if drunk the palms gently swing;
Breaking the silence of gloaming
Sending tremors through the wind
To the heaven the temple bells ring;

Slow and fast
The earth gets engage in a dance;
Its charm spreading far and wide
Inhaling fragrance of closing petals
Tired souls fall into a mystic trance