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On an autumn nightfall
dwindling rays at shallow angles
wavelengths unscathed
spangled with changing colours
from yellow, orange and red.
She came smiling, attire in scarlet,
amid turning heads,
wearing the pale silky gemstone
from Burma and Siam,
sparkle of life intoxicating minds
waging in full
the floral flames of passion,
from the flower of Eros and Cupid
adorning her copious hair,
rosy cheeks blush,
as if splashed with
their hypnotic flash.
She bent a little
to the symbolic greet of aarati -
spire of yellow flame
dancing in a red pool -
stepped in with the right foot first
with lighted lamp,
eyes reaping the surrounds,
heart full with open-skied dreams.
As the floating crescent moon
mirrored on the window glass
prattling of indolent winds
marooned for a while
earth was eclipsed by a cosmic cadence
and soon the earth and the night sky
snoozed under the shroud of rains.
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