Ode On Mystifying Days Poem by Chaitanya Deshpande

often enjoy your splendid gigs with mind's eyes before
By far I move in flimsy petals and secret shell’s core
The mid-May sun scorched me; in Decembers I quiver
And stormy launch of long monsoon usually caused me fever.

But you never let me ride away from yours shadow of care
To share my every feel and grief, you were always there.
Our perpetual companionship was Heaven’s gift for me,
But heavens gift’s true value, we realize after missing thee.

For worldly zeal, for fraction feel, I lost my soul and went away
Now I realize; my spirit cries and wishes to quit the desire’s play
They laugh for cash, cry for coins; commit to make the income twice
With senseless heart, an early apart, the hired skies and moist eyes.

Here they raise blossom as Arts and shower the grass with device parts
With lively statues of natural world; as brain dead man’s tool run heart.
When I observe these lifeless joys on little land of grand metros
The sensuous will of coming back to you in my heart at once grows

I wish to find the old time back; I wish to re-fly in past day skies.
And want to soar with yours ally to where the eternal pleasure lies.
The wind and sun on lake’s flow, crafts the moving signs of glow
I wish to revise those sacred scripts from where the divine Vedas grow

I belong to you since before the birth, and will be yours after demise
To mislay this magic for worldly wants and fleshy needs will be unwise
Being the master, the prevailing rule, you made these days so mystifying
Now end this game and make me same as my culpable spirit is crying.