EARLY MORNING WALK

Powai Lake at dusk

Wake up early one morning

And decide to go for a walk

Meander a while aimlessly

And end up beside the lake;

Marvel at the shimmering ripples,

Spot a purple jacana

Preening in the early breeze,

Look and discover a plethora

Of different birds scattered

Across the waters;

As you watch, a bright

Blue kingfisher dives,

And comes up again,

Clutching a prize fish in its beak-

This it proceeds to devour

On a nearby branch

As you wonder at its plumage.

You look up,

And see the various hues

That form the canvas of the sky.

You struggle to identify

The thousand shades that

Exist there, above you.

A pale crescent moon watches you,

Growing paler and paler,

Until it finally disappears.

And then the sun’s rays hit you

As it emerges from the horizon,

Throwing gold streaks

Across the sky that

Light up the clouds.

And you realize that

It’s been hours since you arrived.

You gather your things,

Take a last look,

And then walk away.