Fall's Colours

Amid the long, intent gazes, 

At the eternal skies,
The pregnant columns of cloud,

The crimson and the purple shades

That defined the edges of the horizons,

I can't escape the rambling thoughts -

Which brush did you use, my Creator

How gorgeous your canvas,

Who was it that inspired you?

Within and about, as I seek myself, 

Among the cloudless skies, 

Or, when I go on long walks on deserted river banks, 

And am drawn to the quiet of tired dusk, 

The serenity only to be breached,  

By the flight of a lone eagle,

The folk song of the boatman,

As the sun descended into the river bed, 

Or,  when I take a stroll by the velvety hill roads,

A question continues to echo in my ears -

Were you so obsessed with fall's colours

That you didn't spare even the roads below?

© Sashikant Mohanty