It was noon, but the rays mellow and soft!
Let’s stand awhile on Dyna Bridge, dear, under which
River Torsha moaned meandering naked, unabashed!
Timid rays fell on its sickle body, and
It gleamed, and men feared her savage look,
But not all, some peasants swayed with her sway too.
Yonder the forest deep and grim, and
Treetops hazy, dew laced, and above
Streaks of white clouds lazily sailed.
Don’t speak, dear, it’s a crime! Only eye
The translucent pebbles, blue sky, dew laced trees,
Half-naked peasants wallowing supine daylong!
(First published in Setu)