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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