A Light Of The Day Poem by Raghavendra Nayak

The delight of thou fair
Is a light of the day-

The silent of walking waves
Are silent waking lips-

The hospitality of thou eyes
Are so in the arms of warms-

But then and there-

Thy fair- as sun and moon,
Thy love roar in the west wind
When lore rest in the east hand-

Thy fair-as morning earth,
Thy gentle lure floats in grey air,
When thy newly face as a fairy-fair,

Thy borne-as Venus’ daughter,
Perfect pain is so fair
When thy acts as the ring of fire,