From Darkness to Darkness; A Little Light In-Between

From Darkness momentsatbay

From darkness to Darkness; Only a Little Light In-Between
From the womb of Darkness who we all call Night
The mellow child in one small blood-red orb
Comes out to lit the world: [a] harbinger bright;
And brightens gradually up to burn this globe.

Unlike the serpent that doth eat its eggs
The sun with his own fiery dish-like form
Out-reigns his mother’s pallid eastward dregs
Waking the giant up and the crawling worm.

And thus the day begins like a story short
Where every tiny episode is sharp
And leads to one quick end—the final part—
Leaving the reader thirsty for more notes from harp*.

The afternoon stays warm in luncheon hot
And quick short naps like nights of human life
Rejuvenate the soul and the sinewy lot
Only to drain it all at the twilight rife.

When once a burning youth feels hapless, cold
Reclining step-by-step to the foggy west
Leaving streaks of red upon the cloudy folds
Abrupt, but soft and slow, in move, for the final rest.

So, thus the story, day, and life is done
The harp* with broken strings suspended in the dark—
The womb of Time—now moves into Hew Womb all alone
And silent memoirs are all that peep across the arc.

Copyright: Suman Das
14th November, 2017 [~1:00pm-1:50pm; R-3]


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