Publish: 08 Jul 2020, 01:11 am
Still at Midnight
I wake up suddenly at late-night and
Open the window of the breezy-house while searching for
A blurred line of light;
There flies a flock of wonders filled with clouds
Into the dark sky
I understand, my dear rainbow
As usual, you're very fine.
At the invitation of the wind,
There arise heartfelt feelings and some sighs;
All the ethereal-actors of the amphitheater
Keep in touch with classical dance and
Hold their hands on this secluded night.
One by one, the leaves are turned upside down,
Broken and unseen reflecting-images
Approach very speedily
Occasionally a vast extended plain floats
I know, I had never a walk there
Yet try to find out the empty-nyctanthes-bed
Still at midnight!
He is a poet cum literary critic