I May Not Come Again (Anapestic Trimeter) Poem by Sathya Narayana

I MAY NOT COME AGAIN
(Anapestic trimeter)

May not come I again for you friend
and behold your rare grace in sunshine!
I have none of those nothings in me I oft spieled!
Yes, for ever we lost those fine times!

Let us dump the old tales in low niches
of our hearts and let hope as well die!
But not last of my letters this poem,
not here ends our nice journey in ruins!

There is something that comes sans our leave,
that's beyond the low sphere of our hopes
at far reach of our limited thought!
I know not how to hail, nor can name!

But I know, it is born out of faith,
it is dim in our vision but bright
by its nature; it's sudden and fast!
That is sweet, that is thrill and arcane!



But she needs to be fed by nil thought,
and by dwelling in nothingness...yes!
Well, she loves no welcomes, and no cheers!
She expects in fact nothing from you!

She is stolid Samaritan O friend,
a cold Levin ushering into your
unlit room; a real mystical boon!
Let us wait; it will happen one day!