Nandi Hills Sunset Standing On the mountain top I reach out For the clouds Almost touching them They shy away Shielding the sun Protectively from My admiring gaze The hidden sun Infects the blue sky Its poison slowly spreading The clouds push the sun Over the edge And it starts sinking Into the valley Which welcomes it By cradling it Between twin peaks The wind Sings a lullaby Which blows around And hits me Its warmth envelops me Its chill grips me The sky starts preparing For the night The earth below seems Further away The horizon Inches itself closer To me The message I get From all of them Is clear I close my eyes And capture the beauty In my mind I open them again And find the sun Going into slumber Not wanting to disturb it I head back Deep into the plains
1. Is the poem graphic enough?
2. The title of the poem bothers me. Do you think it should be left as it is or should it be changed to "Sunset"?
3. What feelings do you associate with the poem?
4. Any other comments are most welcome
It seems that Arjun is a very upcoming poet.
He has got all the flair, charisma and the colors of the Nandi Hills enticed in a single poem to present a beautiful and life-like graphic version.
I definitely do believe that if he gets more experience and is allowed more chances to publish his poems, his name might be comparable with the greatest poets of all times.
Pankaj Anand <pankaj01@hotmail.com>
New Delhi, India - Wed Jun 28 03:45:37 2000
Readers: You may wish to contact Arjun Purkayastha privately with your ideas about this poem.