Hippocrene Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

It rained and rained and rained
Heavily in pursuit setting purity
With ablution, serenity and quietude- -
As though there was a real wash;
Things looked true and neat,
Every bit of dust and excess heat,
Cornered turmoil and weird bash,
Fearful gestures and withdrawn solitude
Like some phenomenal rarity
Had all been to a Deep, drained;
The mind like Pegasus spurred
Gallops and floats atop the peak
In the wilds of mountainous fancy - -
Perfection, poise and pensive buoyancy
In all thought sand forms to seek;
The Soul is then expressively heard;
The Divine abode of Inspiration
Lies in rectitude, freshness and sublimation