Pradeep Dhavakumar Poems
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When The Clock Strikes 12 (A New Year Poem)
Like the eyes of a warrior that shuts
for a while and rejoins the battle;
Like the wings of a bird that freezes
for a minute and continues its flap;
Like the soul in heaven that rests
for a day and returns to earth;
Let time shut its eyes, wings and soul
And be reborn as a better, brighter year!
Long-sighted Sun, since macrocosm's first dawn,
stands still yet searches, with deep, powerful eyes,
in every galaxy of far, with inextinguishable hope.
Shy nymphal Earth, in her veil of atmosphere,
whirls on her tracks, with her pristine heart- the moon,
held out- up and high, with utmost truth, offering all.
Their curse of creation- differing compositions,