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13/01/11.
In times of day,
Where bully sun would
Strike down at me ray
By ray
There came a pithy
Sanctum bright;
The aloof night and hazy
Moon.
And now I stand here,
Boiling in the dirge of
Modern humidity -
Howling like
A paltry pup –
Where has my moon gone?
Where is he?
I do not wish to live in sun;
I’ve always closed my eyes to light -
If I am forced to bathe in heat
Then I do not want eyes at all.
Where bully sun would
Strike down at me ray
By ray
There came a pithy
Sanctum bright;
The aloof night and hazy
Moon.
And now I stand here,
Boiling in the dirge of
Modern humidity -
Howling like
A paltry pup –
Where has my moon gone?
Where is he?
I do not wish to live in sun;
I’ve always closed my eyes to light -
If I am forced to bathe in heat
Then I do not want eyes at all.
Published 13th Jan 2011
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15th Jan 2011 1:08pm
in its attempt and I will nominate this poem in the list of top ten poems I have read in this site. Fantabuluous. "Boiling in the dirge of modern humidity...", is a poetic master-stroke.
21st Oct 2013 3:15pm
