Watch the Evening
There in those distant rims and the sky
the evening is cradled in the lap of the hills.
Far away behind the mountains
and far behind the ranges of hills,
far, but not so far as they seem to be;
warm and yet so cool, shimmers her light
through the veil of clouds.
Lavish is this damsel, throwing away her wealth,
spreading and stretching her languid spirit
as she gathers in her folds
the remote ramparts of mountains and their billowy crests.
Sushama Karnik (c)
There in those distant rims and the sky
the evening is cradled in the lap of the hills.
Far away behind the mountains
and far behind the ranges of hills,
far, but not so far as they seem to be;
warm and yet so cool, shimmers her light
through the veil of clouds.
Lavish is this damsel, throwing away her wealth,
spreading and stretching her languid spirit
as she gathers in her folds
the remote ramparts of mountains and their billowy crests.
Sushama Karnik (c)
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