Arjava's Twilight Hush (Click for RY Deshpande's & Sri Aurobindo's comments.)

A forest of shadows gliding fast,
Magnetwise, as drawn on by the sun
For westerly waning sunset-goal—
Zenith past, how eerily they run!

On paths that meander cross the sky,
Gleam and bend cloud centaurs from afar
Moon-bow that is aiming silver-taut,
Arrows made of silence at a star.

19 October 1933