The sun stopped peeping secretly through the green leaves
The shadows lengthened and silently grew to size
The ghosts in them came to life, expressing their glee
The forest was courting the wild darkness it seized
The men in the camp noticed a friend missing
They sat around the fire lit to guard off mute fears
Their prayers died out in the boredom of the night
Where has he gone, fallen prey to brutes and bears?
Next morn, as the east broke up, they rushed out to find
They spotted him sitting on a rock, a stream beside
The poet, unruffled, with a gleam in his eyes was
seen writing about the light, he conceived yesterday night
Your last stanza is very expressive. We poets are compelled to create regardless of the circumstances. We are writing for our lives after all. Excellent, Kesav. Kind wishes, Sandra
I hope your inner light of yesterday never fades, so you can continue to write illuminating poetry like this. warm Regards Bob 10
Truly, a most enjoyable read Kesav, when inspired such brilliance comes to the fore to dazzle as you have just done here..
a great service for poets who save sunlight of the day only to pull it out of their pocket in the morning, mulling on night on the word now ready to write. Fabulous, Kes, fabulous! mark
A beautiful poem crafted by a highly creative and brilliant mind. Poetry can take us to that realm where there is no bounds. It can come with the wonders of nature anywhere and anytime and holds us spellbound.
How true! Unconscious of dangers, he was busy writing his heart into works of art, feeling himself entirely surrounded by a tapestry of beauty. The title is subtle and perfect and it drew me in, Kesav.
Your imagination held me spellbound in this exotic spirited poem that is full of gleaming truth.........a light found in the night. arya
A beautiful write, enthralling the reader till the very end, not all poets are wise or inspired but those who are, are indeed blessing to the world, thanks for sharing your thoughts with us!
I think you have shown us the light Kesav a delightful poem on the insight of where we find an inspiration and feelings do come from the deep thanks for the read ++++++10 regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem Kesav.... from a tense beginning to a happy poetic ending..Yes it si true a poet can easily get lost in his own poetry and write even in very dim light.10