In blazing sun,clothes well spun
Gracing the land
Are two feminine shadows..
Shimmered in shades of red and blue..
Eyes get stuck like a glue ...
Filled with joys and chit chats of life..
As if trying to breathe ..in the protrait a life..
They are not inanimate ; rather living they are
I wonder what they are sharing ..
Moments sweet or sour?
I wonder at the hands who have carved out
Look at them! Oh just look at them!
How graceful and serene ..
Indeed it is I won't lie..
It's a masterpiece..
In every nook and corner ..the hands
Have life.. breathed..
I get struck by the beauty of sun
By the solace of tree that shades...
And the colorful souls in sand ..
The wilderness they grace...