The Nilgiris

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.

 

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