THE BIRTH OF A POEM

The Lamp that does witness the works of the world

Faded, kissing the western seas

The golden bird of Day winged away

And hid in some void.

The Beings that worship the day

 Broke away the thread of work

Donning the blanket of Darkness on,

Night danced...

The Night-walkers rose and began to chant

Lauding Darkness.

The moon reached the verge of the sky

And stars kindled Lamps

My parrot of thoughts soared high,

spreading it's wings....

The Fancy flower that budded from

my tiny brain blossomed wide;

And the mysteries of Life, one after another

Flowed from the tip of the quill.