View from my balcony

As I went out the day before,

The sky seemed like in it the lava flowed,

The sun was looking like an orange ball,

Drowning behind the hills on the left.

The mountains and the trees arose upright

In the attractive evening charming the eyes.

Yes, that was the view from my Balcony.

But there was a wildfire also,

Little though, down the hill burning the grasses.

Later extinguished but its fumes,

Were covering the view of the hotel,

Located on the top of the hill fore.

The village downs the other side of;

Hill on which our house was standing, I saw,

People setting back to their homes with

Their cows ruminating on the grasses

That grew beside the street, short and tall.

As I came back into the house, I thought,

Will, the generations to come be apt

To see the magnificent scenery,

Created by nature with perfection

As it will get lost or vanished from the

Nature because of growing urban sprawl.

Vaachi Dixit

Delhi