The sunrise speaks in gentle whispers
To the dew drops, which lie scattered on grass
Pregnant with the sweet dreams of yesteryears
Reluctant to stir from their trance-like state

The sunset speaks in mellowed tones
For the day in its realism and crudity has just passed by
Signalling both joy and frustration, sometimes in unequal measure
Differentiating between illusions and the struggle for existence

The moonlight speaks in hushed silence
Enchanting the earth with its silvery hues
Drenching young and old hearts with hope and love
And possibilities, and feelings and unspoken words

The Milky Way navigates the sky in all its majestic splendour
Illuminating our very being, our consciousness
Lighting up our souls with cosmic effulgence
Informing us about our universality and our oneness

Subir Chakraborty
2nd April 2022