[Inspired by the lead from The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe.]
“At midnight in the month of June
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapour, dewy, dim
Exhales from out her golden rim” –
It permeates the space and wafts down to the earth’s face
Gently holding my parched body in its soothing embrace
And comforting my wearied and worried mind frictional.
The sailing moon and the gliding clouds occasional
With the star-spangled drapery in the background –
Ah, what a veritable and natural son-et-lumiere around!
She transports me to realms beyond and cryptic
And elevates my soul to the mysteries mystic
Of the awesome cosmic questions ever-curious.
How complementary the Creation wondrous!
Scorching sun and softening moon, hectic days and night restful
Low-downs of depressing grief, and high-ups of relief joyful
Inner peace and outer order – everything in equilibrium perfect.
O man, a part of this! Sustain this harmony well with no conflict.
Beast and bird, plant and bush and tree –
Let all thrive. Live and let live in glee.
Don’t take and take only, but give and take with ease.
Duty first, rights next! Therein lies the social poise!
[Aug 14,2005: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Super sensual poem friend 10