Rise Again?

Amidst the thunder, lightening, incessant rains?

To a laden cabalistic dawn

Brash tomorrow’s true song.

When birds caress the beaky lips

Sings the tune of wild anonymous kiss

Feathered blue in its antique hue

Caress the yester tender forlorn spring

The dainty moon shining bliss

The cadence of a blithe morn

In the new melody of the Lalit unsung

The numinous cavernous awaited dawn

Kiss the rising moon on tender lips

Jolt in ecstasy to her hidden bliss.

Of the marvels astride

To escort the lonesome bride

To the mystique of your wonders…

Seeds revel your ineffable splendour.