Anwesha Chakraborty: The golden rays of the sun seem to dance
Is that made up or just by chance,
The river sparkles as it gently flows
Down the hill that forever glows,
Why this ecstasy that fills the air
Why does the nature gleefully stare,
Why did the echoes stop to ring
Even the birds stopped to sing,
The deer paused and raised up its ears
Listening hard with eyes full of tears,
What was it, I couldn’t tell
Which seemed to have cast a spell,
Every creature stood mesmerised
By the melody just improvised,
I now saw why they all went mute
There stood my majestic Lord, playing His flute!