Northern Lights

Today, the prime minister of India, Shri Narendra Modiji has requested us to light lamps with respect for all the brave people who are playing with their lives to fight the Coronavirus, so I have written this poem on the natural lights given by nature in the polar regions.
I have always wanted to see the Aurora Borealis, in this poem I have imagined how it might feel and look for a traveler in the polar regions...

Northern Lights

The old traveler

Sitting on his steady yak

Wobbled slowly in the polar

Watching the sun

Vanishing into the dark;

December it was

Cold blizzards shook the ground

Yet nothing stopped him

Just as the dreary black swallowed the sky    
   

The scene tore with glittering streaks

A vibrant shade of gradations

Violet, Purple, and Green

Couldn’t look more divine than ever

The stars sat on these colors

Grinning broadly

The sky looked like a painter’s palette

Colors smudged everywhere

Still glamorous and enchanting;

The traveler looked engrossed

Never had experienced this before

Wishing to touch these Borealis

So far away in the sky

His yak glistened in the picturesque portrait thinking-

“Twilight couldn’t have been more magnificent…”

by
Maitreyi

 Picture courtesy:- Wikipedia