6. Enlightened Moon




How mysteriously the moon

Was shining last night !

Dim, oblate, struggling half,

As if a fallen hero

Trying to arise for a fight.



The great souled !

Waging still a righteous war,

Though shadows were subduing light,

It did not seem faint hearted,

Went on fighting, without caring

For the infamy about look,–

The popular esteem of a full moon.



How divine was its even-mindedness !

Exempt from pleasure and pain,

Loss and gain,

Thus, free from pairs of opposites,

This scion of warrior class

Went on with its dispassionate work,

While, the sense objects around,

Scattered sleepy across the ground,

Find this seer of truth,

Quite unfathomable.



7. Too Far the Birds have Gone



Where the birds have gone ?

Too many of them used to roam

The sky over villager’s head,

Yesterday, I saw a couple too sad,

Are many of them dead ?



The parrots, pigeons and sparrows ;

Humanity’s flowery arrows,

Have they gone too far ?

Away ! Where man is not at war

With the nature, –

Awaits where future

Like a self imposed zoo,

While, vast treeless tracts rue

For the natives now exiled.



Sometimes, the winged visitors come

To solace the mighty tree gone dumb,

The houses now without corniced crevices,

Oh ! The niches, holes from the wall

Enter the plastered souls,

Architect, thou grow too tall,

Too spacious and monotonous fouls,

Accommodate which only human,

Oh! Why thy constructive acumen

Sprouts only from nature’s grave?



The birds thus try to reach

Where we still have not,

The beaks which used to teach

Our siblings, evade now our civilizing shot.