At Dusk Is Mercury Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

Sometimes from a cloudless sky
We hear thunder
We see lightning
We feel rain dropping down profusely
It wets not lands
It drowns seas
Against surging waves
Of the cascading blues
While brimming rain- rich kelp onto the beach
Clean and empty

Winds blow to caress and displace trees
And flowers beside nod and yield gracefully
Assuming a mien to withstand distress quietly
May not prevail upon
Those disheveled hair and faces in seized
Is it an act of that non-conforming breeze?
Oh no, no, no, not at all

They are working day and night like bees
Ceaselessly even while we are resting
Since the day we came into being
In a small coterie of fleshy and bony flowers red and white like a family
Tenanting conscientiously to synthesize life's symphony
Without drifting from flower to flower to gather wines
To set life roll on, sitting still in trance they are since
Enthralling all to possess elixir for the queen
Lodged in a hive that looks like a hermit of the sun
Where love is born daily and once in a blue moon dies

Now earnestly does the queen beseech to the esteemed Mercury,
"Oh dear, breathe in and breathe in and out fairly
For I am dying for the air
You seem to be of ideals too austere for me
When air is plenty and free
But Her Majesty! Being ill aspected I am too sick to abide"

At sea is the moon and listless is the Venus
And the Mars declares war,
Jupiter and Saturn look to the Moon
For how long, how long can this culprit
Be left to thrive upon therapeutic bribes
The flowers wither and the love decays
The queen flies away
Leaving faces and broken hearts in anguish