Far! Far! Somebody is in Need: Let Me Soak Miseries All

 

Let my tear drop

Where there is hunger and pain

And too many a sandy grain

For a single drop of rain;

Where in eyes drained, hopes never prop,

Lord! Let my eyes give fullest crop!

For their slightest pain

Let my heart bloody drain

The terrain, where death grope.

 

Let that infant’s puzzled look,–

Due to unholy experiences first–,

Cast gloom, pain over my face

For the childhood hanged by the hook,

Let me begone of my thirst!

Hold me back from the life’s race.

One Simple, Real Beauty

 

Country girl, I salute thee for thine rusticity;

That devoid of complexity, which

Bathes thee naturally without made-up artificiality,

Thou art only thou; not try to become such.

 

Least conscious about thy greatest gift,

Thou pour smile uninhibited,

Truth about thee never shift

Beneath thin layers venerated.

 

I like thee for what thou art,

Too little thou have to show other than thou,

Thy inner self and outer never part;

False seeds thou never sow.

 

Thou represent crystal clear beauty,

Thank God for thy farness from the city!

When Time was Helpless before You

 

Thou art beauty unchanged, unmoved

Just like that waterfall always the same;

Whose persistence running water can’t tame,–

That gracious continuity which time always pursued.

 

Thy gentle breezy state maketh time nude;

Attired if not by its changing game,

And thy beauty becometh a name;–

A picture which lives; never moved.

 

I salute thy infinite instantaneous beauty,

Thou smile and live for the beauty’s sake;

A beauty that was and will remain forever,

Time’s elements will try haughty,

But it can never take

So many jewels from thy lover.

An Orphan (or half orphan) in the Night

 

O child, where thy mother hast gone?

Standth as thou in this dark night,

Tears thy go waste; succeeds only moan,

Where ist thy absolute right to sleep quiet?

 

That mother, who shines as some distant star,

I doubt that she is too far;

Too away is the smiley spark to mar

The ghosts, and encourage thy tiny soul at war.

 

O thou two unfortunate ones,

Slept when together, time was once,

Now but both awake,

Why doesn’t she take thee away and make

A little star near her for thy sake,

So that cry thou not

and motherhood drown in sorrowful lake.

Duty to the Beauty

 

These tiniest showers fall,

Just like dream sweetest call

When we lie asleep,

Beloved, thy same slender sip

Through eyes leaves me wined;

As if in heavens I dined.

 

Those pouty fishy full lips;

Divine experience smitten tips,

And me smooched over them,

Plucked, then, the sweetest gem

Out of feminine treasure house,

Oh! Greatest fire it dost douse.

 

And thou fall for me

Like the windfallen flower to see

Its beauty fully blown;

Those petals having much shone,

Now was the time

To reach the prime.

 

O my beauty, I am the means to thy end,

Thou art Godsent,

And me the beauty’s supplement;

To be used for its fulfillment,–

Black bee for the bud virgin,

Beauty’s utility then begin.

 

What a great utilitarian, beauty!

So many boulders haughty

Corrode to die a death sandy,

So that river’s curves become more trendy,

Flows which then with a pride;

Starry eyes shine, O groomed bride.

 

I’m made for thee sweetlet,

Damn sure, I can bet

To exist away from company thine,

Thou but can’t without this pine,

And some say I consumeth you,

Me thus the blamers sue.

 

O my little flower, tell

Me a single one dwell

Immortal in this world

Without crusher’s press hurled

Around the petals soft,

While the perfume cometh

As the much cherished croft.

 

I exist for thee, O my beauty,

‘Complete thou’ is my duty.

Immortal Daughter

 

Ye black clouds amidst

Dark night knowst not,

How thy smallest daughter kisst

Slightest opening in bud’s pout.

 

Flower’s cherub and thine,

And sissy, hilarious time’s twin,

Thou seest not thy rhyme,

Pass thundering, lightening wink.

 

Huge! Thou dost overcast sky;

Time also takes mountainous leaps;

And flowers stretch heavenly eye,–

Thou three infinite parents.

 

Still, three children thine,

Only through them thy worth shine.

Love Someone’s Life Flower

 

Life, how much should I love thee?

And in which form and appearance?

Is it the one inside me

Or, the heart’s praise for that flower with fragrance?

 

The flower possessed by fear,

Love it is, or owner’s craze?

While, wildlife throbbing near,

And the flower still uncaught by

Someone’s love-net’s maze.

 

Why must a flower be loved?

Is it that it appears beautiful?

Or, love it creates which moved

An inward passion from death's pull.

 

O thou flower, I love thee more than the self,

For thou art the dreamy life unpossessed.