BETWEEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT
I pitied my neighbor
on sultry afternoon of summer.
He tip-tapped his red-bottomed cane
and examined all corners and the lane.
His hazy gaze
and lightless sockets of eyes
couldn’t discriminate
between dark and the light.
Now I pitied myself
for the darkness all around:
darkness of this material world
where the flags of poverty and power are unfurled.
The flags have a flutter
of power and ego
wherethrough the muscle and glitter
of pelf steals the show.
My pity of my self is still in right
for the light around me is no more bright.
I feel myself to have been thrown
into this pitchness of dark
where patterns of lights and shadow
are no more to known.
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Thro' enchantment's copses, a transportation;
Countless vacation an ancient garden.
Love's eden; A rapturous teleportation
Wherethrough blooms roses adored therein such garden.