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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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