What colour moon hath,
a diffuse of a dazzle
that we hasten to call silver
as nearly we can
doth ‘t contour a shape,
as fluctuant in form
yet we falter not , to call ‘t round
as nearly we can
ah ! did we hear a sound ,
amid soliloquy of silence
a serenade waxing as moony,
as nearly we can
doth ‘t even portray a mind,
upon sketch a moody abstraction
yet we dither not malign it as lunacy,
as nearly we can
and hath it a compare,
moon , in the spread of it’s romantic reach
and still we decipher it as distant
as nearly we can!
Homage or parody ? this work doth resemble most closely the works of Master Shakespeare.Whilst pleasing the attentive reader,it beggeth the question – parody or homage ?
either way, in any way- to be or not to be- what an honor to be, to be spoken as such !
“doth ‘t even portray a mind
upon sketch of one moody abstraction
yet to be bandied ’bout as lunacy
as nearly we could”
Very intriguing write, Lokesh…Love reading it time and again!
thanks Madam for appreciating…. in fact it adds to its value specially being noticed by you. Thanks for the kind words….with best regards !