Nishi Pulugurtha
The pale yellowish white ball of fire
It’s colour all dimmed
As it struggled for the past few days
Smiled a dull smile for a brief moment
From the gap between the two hillocks
One jutting out in the bay
The other mid the swirling waters
Green and brown
as it slowly sank into the waters
as it slowly dipped behind the hillocks
as it bid adieu it lent some colour
to the gray sky that spread out
a hint of an orange, a tinge of a red
that lingered for a while
and things went on as they would
on a day in May.