Conversations at sunset
At the lake shore at sunset,
The water rippled with laughter at something the wind said,
In the warm praise of the setting sun, blushed a golden red,
And laid out a shimmering, glowing path that to him, led,
The mighty river roared her exuberance at the dams' mouth, her loudest best,
The young river gurgled and giggled at the round rocks' jest,
Whispered sweet nothings to the shore in the quiet laps,
Sighed her sorrows to the sky in infrequent gasps,
Sang a soothing lullaby to the rising moon,
And I ,the inept eavesdropper ,hoped I could come again ,to hear it all soon.
--shubha
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