Melancholic cord

It was darkness before dawn,

The stone lamps in the sacred grove lit;

An unearthly beauty filled the air,

Incomprehensible sense of deep silence…

I was alone, dumbfounded,

Sat on the stone steps-

Descending to the vast flowing river;

A banyan, the oldest of the grove;

Stood elegantly dropping the hanging roots,

I watched the dawn creaking out.

A saree clad mother, across the river,

Was brooming the yard;

The devil's tree was shedding 

The enticing fragrant flowers to the river,

As if sending a love note 

To the beloved at the other end of the river;

There was gloom in the air;

Beauty and gloom blended-

In the cord of melancholy!

I receded into the darkness;

The shades of the grove, giving

A sense of security and belonging;

Or I did not want to be seen!