Ode to the Morning Star

                                               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! ''