The Moon Above Noinital Poem by Prabir Gayen

-The moon above nainital.- -


Standing on this edge of the world,
calm serene and sequestered land,
I see thee o mademoiselle of empyrean blue,
Chuck of stellar placenta.
o moon thou art loftiness hillock hoar hanging
fairy fine.
on this sky blue mount, gal of Himalayan fossil
thy daintiness disperses to hidden places.
Ageless thy glory and ongoing, ceaseless these delphinium dense.
The earth hast manifested loveliness and wideness weired and arcane.
Still thou art exotic and strange to me.
Thou art not the moon that blooms above my room like a dove-like dream.
Thy silent song enthralls viator from faraway world,
Intoxicated by thy brimful potation people unlearn pain profound.
My pain is deep here o upland maiden,
The song unheard though from disused drums of my Dona is vivid veritable,
Esoteric or mythical may be the truth,
Fool may be I in the eye of the world,
Fictive not my dole that notches my being
at every step.