Journals Of An Unknown Gentleman - Poem by Rohith Ramdas
'Twas a night of raging rain
My searing temples, sleep refrained!
Thence I sighed, 'Death is nigh! '
Whilst dark rain neighed his war-cry.
Anon I had a fleeting vision
Of a haggard man, glum and musing,
A parched quill pining to drown in ink
And a candle illumining barren parchments.
A balm it proved to my throes
Unease allayed, I eased to sleep.
Quite a start the morn did gift
For on my quilt, lo! a diary lay!
Whence I found that queer chronicle
Of an unknown gentleman, I know not!
Neither can I, an artless plebeian
Make sense of the wretched ravings.
Wouldst thou then, O wise wayfarer,
Hearken to the phantasms of the nameless?
And pray, enlighten me, O wise wayfarer
On these reflections of the anonymous.
P.S - The aforementioned poem serves as a prologue to a work titled 'Journals Of An Unknown Gentleman', published in my blog, 'Rain ~ Ideas & Idylls Of An Idle Idealist'. Kindly visit the blog (link available in my 'PoemHunter' profile) so that the verse may be understood in its entirety. Thanking you.
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