Sonnet Composed At Thirathgarh Falls Poem by Santanu Banerjee

Upon the heights where ancient waters reign,
A thousand streams like silver echoes fall,
At dawn, the light and mist in hues are sewn,
To weave a breathless veil, a silken shawl.

The roaring noon ignites the torrent's fire,
As sunlight strikes the waters' white cascade,
With nature's voice that sings a rising choir,
A symphony in liquid light displayed.

At twilight's edge, the shadows softly dance,
And amber glows enchant the waters' sweep,
Each drop a secret caught within its trance,
The fall's soft murmur lulls the world to sleep.

Beneath the moon, the falls in silence gleam,
A mystic mirror to an endless dream.