The sun sets . . .
The sun sets across the sand
And I get together with my merry band
And play and dance and sing aloud
To form a larger, merrier crowd.
Aloud they cry and shout about
Without a strain of joyous doubt
Each and every note is true
Like wonder sky and golden hue
One voice more strong, deeper still
Emerged out of that merry hill
And the flame between too rose
Leaping tongues and tranquil prose
It played about on every face
A yellow shade and a merry place
And then the lips moved to make
A sound of quite heavenly uptake
Something that would stir the lore
And bring the Heavens weeping to the shore
Not quite joyous, not melancholy
It opened the petals, so gently...
The scent flowed out but remained still
Within that flower, on a lonely hill
And all round they spread the mirth
But we had enough to last the earth
And when they were done dancing around
I perched upon that higher ground
And looked again at my merry band
As the sun set across the sand!
-Abhishek
10 comments:
is *sand* a typod error, it reads differently at the other blog
excellent...just as always...
remember that day..u had told me abt ballads...i tried to write 1...dunno how well it cameout...but ill be reading that for the next read meet..unless they have some decided topic again...
Kapeesh - yes, i changed it ,
Shruti - Nice, wud like to read it
splendid
thats fantastic yaar, i wondered in the course of the first read whether you've copy-pasted wordsworth...
that's a huge compliment shreevardhini - hope you have not used it lightly
Jake - thanks
What sand are you talking about?
And pretty good rhyming btw.
Nikhil _ pliss to be visting Colonos Agoraios from my sidebar for explanation
no im sorry you got the impression that i mightve used it lightly; i meant it as a sincere compliment: its a beautiful poem.
thanks a mil.
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