Hariprasad Chaurasiya

On the waves of air
Swims
a blue boat
of rhythm.
How many pictures
In the pictures of water!
Sometimes shining,
Sometimes like swift waves,
And sometimes like drizzling clouds,
Like the rainbow.

The evening wet with rhythm
Covered with fragrance of roses
Descends the ladder of moon
From the high mountains
As if a spring is falling.
In every room of heart
The colorful butterflies.dance
Around the candle of silence



From ‘Aur’