The Poet And The Sky-4 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Reconciled
They are harmonious
And compatible

And
Now captive sun
When hidden behind
The rising moon

Supine
He is watching
From the terrace
His beloved

Bewitched
Readily he sings

'O' dear silver angel
I'm no more a stranger
You know me for years
I know you for years
Still why we stay apart
Wish we live heart in heart

Those far away twinklings
Wish they tell you my longing
Why don't you get closer to my mind
Why can't we get closer to conjoin
Wish I'm blown high by the wind
Merged into your beauteous kind'

Just
At that moment
Enters she his wife
Smothering obese
She quickly intrudes

'O' no my dear
I can't leave you
Be not blown high
Pray so to the wind
Not to take you apart'

Let down
A sigh he heaves
But with a normal face
He tells her

'O' my dear
Say I so never
To be blown high thither
When you're nigh hither
But season's change
Wind might change
Of its mighty rage
Me blown to the high range
Might be sometimes strange'

worried
Yet to cheer him
She sings

' Cheer up my dear
Say so no more
Mighty wind
He is my friend
I'll see
You don't flee'

Tolerant
By that hill's say
He smiles

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