By Shamik Banerjee
Blue Sunbirds haunt this region. They
Convert this hill into an odeum.
At five a.m, tree branches sway
When dawn winds blow, making a constant hum.
By six, a gradual colour change
Occurs above the distant mountain range.
The sky, once lazuli and white,
Gets flooded by the hue of orange-gold
From Heaven's massive source of light.
The tourists, standing cheek by jowl, behold
This incandescent spectacle
Like witnessing a one-time miracle.
The children are moon-eyed and thrilled,
Adults and elders bow in adoration
(As if to God Himself), all stilled,
When Kangchenjunga gets its coronation,
And youngsters click and store this view
Until that light has fully bathed them too.
Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. He resides in Assam with his parents and works for a local firm. His poems have appeared in Fevers of the Mind, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and Westward Quarterly, among others, and some of his poems are forthcoming in Willow Review and Ekstasis, to name a few.
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