No fancy
Marvel my dream
The more I stir
My wakefulness
More forcefully, it
Overthrow my reign
No pale force
Pastels my heart, deep
Nor any fair shadow
Shade the moon lit night
Gloomy the specter
Gloom it spreads!
The ghoul of darkness
Doth take a pause
To look into my plight
And, no sooner
I think another thought
It outdo my Self!
” My Self ” affirms this author’s metier as being that of the dramatic soliloquy.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for adding thy beautiful plume! Respects
Beautiful. Love your ink
So much thanks dear Ramesh Rai Ji!
Tapeshwar ji,i loved the poem
So much thanks Nalini! 🙂