Friday, October 29, 2021

In the autumn of my days

(2068)  Sharada nishiithe jyotsna mayate

Late at night in Autumn, neath the magic of moonlight,
Please say, Whose words stay awake within psyche?
Who is He, that Unknown One, heeding not proscription?
He departed, bearing off my shame and fear.

Won't He return, won't He look back;
Doing so, will He enter mind again?
Oh won't He weave a web of words again
To vanquish heart with fresh thinking?

I remain alive for His sake, hope orbiting Him,
Both crying and laughing without any reason.
In tunes ever new, full of wounded pride,
Untimely, I go on singing.

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