Let the streaks of Dawn seep
thro my window blinds, driving
out the darkness to those hearts where they belong.
Let the godly ‘ushath ‘hour come, spilling
solemnity and warmth over the universe, and cleansing
the Earth off its sins and impurities.
Let thick plumed birds of morn light
chirp in chorus from somnolent trees, making
the awful silence of night to vanish.
Let someone switch off the dull moon
and whitewash the grey sky. Let the
indolent night wind awakens in the scorching sun.
Let from my memory go off all black dreams I'd
the night before. Let the sun come,
burn out my fright and brighten up my hopes.
Let women wake up with a bang, hearing
temple bells, covering their bareness with hands
looking impishly at their sleeping hubbies.
To wake up my love, to look at her cherubic
face in the daylight and to re-kindle my sagging spirits
let the Day come.
If the demon of night hugs you again, don’t
be afraid. For, the Angel of the Day will
soon bloom around you and take you back
in her gleaming golden lap.
[This poem just tries to mimic Jane Kenyon’s ‘Let Evening Come’]
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