L’homme
Hark, hark
Tis evenfall
vanished fog,
lifted pall
Light departs
The Lamp is set
the vale is flushed
its hour is met
Bees are flown
owl’s awake
glade in simper
willows quake
Lilies fold
twilight bathes
in red and
gold
*
Dark is spread
ploughs retrench
fields drowsy
steep in stench
Cowbells tinkle
high on a hill
dusky romance
of rood and rill
Only the Mind
is not at rest
sweeps the sky
East to West
*
The world sleeps
in Circadian Dream
as lovers wrought
in silence scream
Nature knows
just when to rest
alas MAN* is not
so equal blest
Still gads about
seeking the grail
tilting at mills
chasing his tail
*
When will HE rest?
O it’s easy
guessed !
None too soon
no time to swoon
so much to do
from noon to noon
Drill on Mars
dream of wars
And , sacre bleu!,
mine the maudlin moon
*Gender intended
[© R.Kanth 2021]
Professor Rajani Kanth, is Author of Coda, A Day in the Life, and Expiations
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