Under the shadow
Of the sky,
I neither fancy
Nor relish
To ransack in vain
The ephemeral magnificence
Of a pied rainbow
Drawn on a broad canvas.
Under the shadow
Of the same sky,
I am not ecstatically thrilled
To hear in futility
The music of the drip-drop clouds
Emitting an earthly odour.
Rather without a grumble
Of any hue
I love to brave
The mid-summer sun
Of a blazing sky.
While I damn care the sun,
All along I endeavour
To keep the shadow
In good humour
For, I know the shadow
And the shadow
Has the celestial potential
To eclipse the sun.
wow...i have never thought of shadow in this way before. Thanku for showing us a new perspective. I like the last stanza and specially the lines:
ReplyDelete'' And the shadow
Has the celestial potential
To eclipse the sun. ''