Let the Day Come …

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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