Had never dreamt it would be so tranquil tonight.
House sparrows had silently nestled.
The last cloud faded into smokey drizzles.
And street-lights brightened the night sky.
Yet, I was speechless tonight.
The green hills had all diminished.
But in the midst creeped a million stars –
Sparkling diamonds, some close, some afar.
The silver moon went sailing slow,
Admiring countless fallen stars floating below.
Eucalyptus trees danced with a shimmer
Proudly, looking radiant and majestic.
Toda huts resembled golden falls
Softly humming in the cold breeze.
A stream of shooting stars billowed then and now,
Fluttering higher and higher in the windy dale.
Arum lilies kept glowing beside a stream,
Igniting dark fields in the Nilgiris.
Night lights were awakening silver leaves,
Flowing downhill in the Nilgiris.