The morning dawns, <br />with the pellucid rosy tint on the buds, <br />The rustle of the perfunctory cool breeze, . <br /> awakens the birds and the bees. <br />Afternoon comes, <br /> with a myriad shimmer of gold on the leaves <br />Opening up, <br /> my dormant buds in full bloom. <br /> <br />The vacuous firmament is dimming, <br />The effulgent sun is descending, <br />The esoteric moon is peeping slowly, <br />And the lustrous stars are out in rows. <br /> <br />Listen, <br /> to the whispers and the twitters of the birds, <br />Nestling homewards bound, <br />Hear, <br /> the gentle velocity of the waters of the rivulet, <br />Swirling there a dance <br /> <br />Then, <br /> comes the dying of the light, <br />A closing of the tableau <br />And hush! A sound of silence.<br /><br />ANJALI SINHA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sound-of-silence-in-top-500/
