Spectator Poem by Drkgbalakrishnan Kandangath

The Spectator
The dawn crimson gleam
The Sun raying bloom;
Blossoming the Earth
As love musing to the heart;
The spectrum veiled but bright;
As the feel million-hued worth;
The Rishi spelling the Truth;
The Scientist spinning hypothesis;
The Poet singing fragrant synthesis;
Who the Observer?
Composer, the Master,
The Rower, the Player!
I wonder, the dusk breathing
The last drop of the singing;
The night dark unkind winging;
As the vulture smelling cadaver
From the farther shore of the year;
The Time the Winner draws along
This that an’ everything!