Ode to the Morning Star
The night was fading all
The dawn was prevailing all
The pond was all hushing
The water therein was all numb
The sky was all serene
The jungle was all blind
The pool was all thirsty
To the sun, waiting for some
A duck swimming down the sky
Synching with tranquility of the
nature
Like a cotton bud floating in the air
Therein, Quite alone; quiet and alone
Far away from the woods, there were
Fidgety hoofs grounding the ground
Faster and faster with the flying
span
A horse ridden man, an untamed
himself
The little silver statue resting
Quiet in the pond broke into
The perpetual silence as
The water splashes on parched
sand
''Hail Hail Hail!
Poor me, the poor creature like me
Whose meager eyes are never ignored!
Of the beauty that dwells’ in you
Since the time when
these feeble minds & bones were
too weak to protect me
& to survive in this miserable
world
Since the time I was a fiddling
& my nerves used to be weak
Too weak to withstand with
The novel world; the grim; the
regrettable
Oh, the Morning Star!
For why oughtn’t I praise you
For which else has the sparkle
Like the one, I behold in you ''
The untamed tamer began
In his infernal wrath & naïve eyes,
What else world could’ve appeared to him
But a palace of crystal__blind poles;
greed collapse
''Sunrises; fortune falls
Who says there is a way My Lord?
Suffered I born; suffered I lived
So it is; so will be forever
The warbler yells each hour
''The most dark exhales; the most light out
where the stars shine for those;
who work devoid of consoles’’
Nay, never they yield no shine to me
Nay, never I got no glee from them
For what heal could they bring to
me?
Broken they’d be called__ poor
destiny!
Rich men, satiated, glee all around
Glimpse nature, hey ho, jump all around
Nature shot good omens to
satiated ones
Cursed heads like I, left shrieking
all around ’’
The air cycle wrapp’d with hollers
Crafts its way where the silver
statue
Sensed the sting of hast and
gluttony
Begun to sing his versatile rather
rapt chime
‘’Thy lord! Bestow my voice with the
zeal
So it can be heard in clatter of the
World
My words might not become the conqueror
Help me make them among the
battalions
''Beauty lies nowhere;
Nowhere but wherein the eyes of
perceiver
Hope resides nowhere;
Nowhere but therein the heart of a believer
Did the artistry of GOD ever suffer?
By the ignorance of those who being
able to see & hear nothing
through
Bar the allure of surface __ the
mortal surface!
Thou man! Who else it was except you
Who made himself deaf of the message
That beckons to you from the yonder
edge
For eyes that are ignorant; the soul
shall bear
Forever__ forever __ and forever! ''
