Monday, February 4, 2019

An Evening Retreat



                     


                                                


           1)       Hard rocky realms, a rocky wild with barren mounds
                    With thorny shrubs here and there, dry and sere
                    With tufts of yellow grass and twisted ferns
                    A silent awe-creating desolate spot.

         2)       What strange hand shaped these jagged rocks and crags?
                    What trenchant chisel carved these rocky steps ?
                    What wood nymph planted these thick-leaved dry trees?
                    With creepers clasping them like pythons stout ?

         3)       Perhaps a seraph or fairy in antique times
                    Graced here to rest her glittering silken wings
                    And sip cool water from mountain crystal springs;
                    With folded palms in nightly hours unseen.

         4)        A sage or hermit with brown matted locks
                    Hung behind like the roots of a banyan tree
                    Might have found here a proper serene place
                    To meditate here upon this rocky ledge;

         5)       Far from the noisy rush of the town below
                    Absorbed in trance in tranquil refreshing breeze
                    And slaked his thirst from the rocky basin near the cliff
                    Where trickling drops of water form a crystal bowl.

         6)       Not a living creature greeted my sight
                    These ageless rocks with a barren deserted view
                    Not even a jungle cat peeping through caverns seen
                    Not even a bird to break this monotony strange.

         7)       Perhaps unknown to our earthly bounds
                    Saints may visit these deserted dark deep caves
                    Where they commune with mystic sprites
                    Caring naught for earth-bound turmoil below;

          8)       I closed my eyes for a while to taste
                     Those obscure feelings of soul’s delight
                     Amidst the dark folds of hills with narrow nooks
                     As if I landed on a planet girt with rocky realms.

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           5th February, 2019                       Somaseshu Gutala


                      

                       
       

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