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THE BEJEWELED RETREAT

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SANGEETHA KAMATH








              THE BEJEWELED RETREAT 

In an orchestra and opera divine of birdsongs and whispers of trees, 

A pebbled trail disappears into the burgeoning viridescent of aromatic arboreal breeze…


A path sculpted by rainwater, sunshine  and melting snow greyish-blue,

Woven with ancient roots and mulching carpets of long-forgotten leaves of ochre hue


The rocky crest and crown rises to kiss the rain-laden cloud, 

To embrace the raindrops as they fall into their folds and downy verdure proud…


Hiking up the craggy rocks that rise like tall citadels,

I glance back at the gorge that looks like a miniscule chain of gems and jewels…


Meandering brooks are sinuous  glimmering ropes, silvery webs gossamer… 

The wildflowers purple, bright blue, golden, scarlet, amber in the vista a rolling splatter!


Dappled silver-gold of late noon drenches the verdant wands enchanting,

Leisurely ages sepia as the sun sinks, light in beams and shafts filtering…


Rose-pink tint and twilight of eventide

Embellishes bursts of sparkles on swards by the trailside


Canopied bouquets are a settling lull and burst of woodland aria melody

It's time to make my way back to the city realms from this holy sanctuary…


Pic Courtesy: Pixabay


©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu







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  1. AnamikaMarch 24, 2022 at 9:04 PM

    Simply beautiful!

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  2. AnonymousAugust 31, 2022 at 1:15 AM

    Another beautiful poem. You choose your topics and words wisely. Poetry that touches the heart. My favourite settings too. Loved this one too.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 26, 2023 at 7:49 PM

    Your poems are simply awesome, mesmerizing and such a pleasure to read. The rich vocabulary you choose add charm to the piece. You show us and transport to a magical land, always. Lovely one, yet again. -Moumita

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