The Nightjar's Confession Poem by Narayan Hore

The nightjar visiting my chambers said,
'I witnessed a woman and groom married,
An unfettering beauty she doubtless was
Easeless the groom lift her form- carried
For a nightful of dreams; my eyes they cross
I knew her prompt. She was the Muse, thy love,
Thy heart wrenched, soul wearied girl had laid
The garland on another- I knew not him
Neither the belljar knew nor mere foxglove,
Who he was, but knoweth we it wasn't thee.'

It was not me indeed- the nightjar dim
Stared at the skies, at the skies absent
Nay, stared at my face and its eyes dizzy,
Understood the pain and silently went.