Soft sunrise, as if stage spotlights
shining through a ballet of cotton clouds,
swathed waves of hills as if props
on a stage – with the blue backdrop of sky:
even as the silver lined Kanchenjunga
like a blonde sensuous young woman –
wearing over her peaks – a diamond necklace;
danced lithely in the tender chilly breeze,
with my sight caught in the light
of her earrings and eternity bangles –
infusing in me – her forest fragrance.