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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


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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